Week after week as I sit with my hospice patient, a lady goes walking by the window. She always makes it three times around the complex while I’m visiting.
In the winter she wore a mad bomber hat and thick boots. Each step was slow and deliberate. She did not want to fall. This summer she wore jogging shorts and a tank top, her dyed black hair tied up in a pony tail.
She takes long strides; head up and with the mission of a woman of thirty but she is an easy 80 and only a shadow of her former self.
It’s almost amusing. If she were 30, no one would think anything of it but at her age, it’s puzzling that she dresses this way.
My 92 year old grandmother used to say, “How did I get to be this age? I don’t feel old.” I could presume my jogging star might say the very same thing.
When I was in my 40s it seemed a common question was, “Are you dressing your age?” I don’t hear anyone asking that question now. It’s just as well. When I was 40 I couldn’t imagine what was appropriate since I didn’t feel a day over 20.
I’ve been amused by this lady, puzzled, sympathetic and of course judgmental since I think she is not dressing her age. I’ve been so busy looking at the externals that I’ve missed the obvious. She is at 80, trouping along as if she were 30!!! Now that is something to think about, to praise, to commend, to take her example to heart and to remember that not only are we as young as we feel, our spirits can continue to bloom and praise God regardless of our ages. It is His Shadow that we rest in, His light that continues to shine through us at any age.Read More