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By Judith Gayle Smith-Owens Vitouswykegardinerclark
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Rushing to age seventy, I no longer meet the “spring chicken” criteria. Overweight, my body rolls in folds to the dinner table. Taste buds clamor for sweet and salt. Paper towels placed strategically soak up perspiration to keep rashes at bay. Having become somewhat odiferous, I enjoy perfumes more. Living in colorful floaty caftans for ease of movement as well as concealing body image.
My eyelids slowly fold to meet the bags under my eyes, difficult to squint. Surprising little red blood vessels appear on my eyes, as “floaters” plague me when I close them. Mascara and eyeliner do not help. Twisting eyelashes keep me pulling them out. Fingernails break as I stare at them.
Wattles! My neck is wrinkling. The thin skin on my arms and legs is drooping. I seem to be melting.
Plugged into a CPap to keep my marriage stronger than my snores. I listen to my Bible to fall asleep with a mind decluttered from everyday angst - keeping my whirlygig thoughts corralled. I have constant nightmares of my teeth crumbling in my mouth, forgetting where I live and who I love.
Uncomfortable. Disconsolate. Too many “weather veins” with each barometric pressure drop. How do I feel about aging? Aging! How and when has this happened? Succumbing to gravity. Enthroned in a power chair for ambulation. Was I ever a spring chick? Did I ever spring? I have become the replica of my beloved Gram. Except she was 4’10” and weighed about 100 pounds.
Soon to be planted. What I become in the Christ is far superior to what I have accomplished hitherto. I fear God. Therefore I do not fear death. No tears, no sorrows, no agonizing over crow’s feet. No more shuffling to the kitchen in fuzzy slippers and forgetting why I am in there.
This no longer a spring chicken can rest now. The spring in my heart overflows with trust, knowing that I am but a small seed planted, awaiting the Resurrection. I will blossom into the creature God has prepared me to be.
Thank You, Father – forgiving through and for giving Jesus to save me from myself.
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Good job with this piece.
God bless~
Though I walk, I cannot fly like your writing does. You are an inspiration to me and challenges me to go deeper with my thoughts, and then higher in realizing that our loving Lord has a special plan for our lives, here and in the hereafter. Thank you for writing your heart's message. It is a true blessing to me.
There was an incomplete sentence or two, but nothing that detracted from the piece as a whole.
Nice job with this. I had to laugh when you mentioned your grandma... I'm about 4'10" also, but not quite 100 lbs. :D
Your article was insightful and humorous.
I think I understood what you meant by "Soon to be planted" but a sentence or two to relate it to what came next may have brought more clarity to the point you were making. As noted, there were a few incomplete sentences, but you did a great job with verb usage: Clamor, plagued, shuffling...
Nice!
God Bless you for sharing this excellent, wonderful writing. Happy to know I am not the only one. I LOVED this.