“Back in the 20th century, during the 1900s…” Wait. Hold up. Songbird and I weren’t discussing women’s suffrage or the Model T. We were talking about my childhood. Hubby pointed out that if God blesses us with seeing our grandkids, they’ll marvel that Grandpop was born before cell phones and the Internet; lived during the coming and going of cassettes, VHS tapes, and fax machines; and grew up when cable TV went to bed about the same time as he did. Yes, I felt pretty old in that moment, watching my life flash before my bifocal lenses.
But the Super Bowl isn’t the only thing celebrating in a big way. I’m not turning 50, but I’m thanking God for His grace to stand today, looking back at “how I got over.” Each extra pound represents His abundant provision; these wiry, gray strands wave in the air, praising Him like they just don’t care. The extra line on Hubby’s forehead matches the crinkles around my eyes–and they both come from the 20+ years of laughter and tears we’ve shared. I could pull a muscle just looking at a ball, let alone kicking it, so yes, I’m weaker. But I’m so much wiser, too. I look at my little people and mourn the passing of their babyhood, wondering if they grew up between laundry loads and dishwasher cycles. Yet I know that the God Who was with me “back in the 20th century” will be that same God carrying Songbird through the 21st. As much as things change, everlasting God remains the same. “Even to your old age, I am He, And even to gray hairs I will carry you! I have made, and I will bear; Even I will carry, and will deliver you.” Isaiah 46:4
