Oh, I know. I get tired of sentimental thoughts, too. Some years birthdays breeze by with nary a backward glance from me.
This year was different. I don't know why, but it was. Mostly through the times of adding a higher number to my age, I haven't thought too much about the fact that I am actually growing older. Yes, there were fleeting thoughts, but it didn't really bother me. I do not usually mind adding yet another year to the ever increasing age. And I never could really understand why some people would hesitate to give their age to someone who asked for it. Of course, it was no one's business, but I did not understand why it should be an issue.
However, I have sensed a shift over the last several months. Some little bit of sharpness comes with divulging my age. But really. Should I waste too much time feeling sad that time is slipping away?
True, some days I wish to be a carefree child with no bills to pay and no responsibilities. But, when I look back at my childhood, it was not idyllic and void of trouble. Yet, that childhood has shaped me, and maybe even made me better, and I have grown into an adult who has experienced many amazing things, has gained perspective, and continues to gain new understanding every day.
While I dare say I am not yet old, even the Bible blesses age and promises that wisdom comes with age. (Sometimes I have to wonder, but at least there are possibilities).
And, even more importantly, the God of the universe promises to provide and love and care for us, no matter what stage we are in life.
"Even to your old age and gray hairs
I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you." Isaiah 464