The instant those words of Robert Browning came to me, I realized that this is God speaking to me. He is changing my mind, reminding me that by growing old with him, the best is yet to be.
I have been putting my turning 80 down, the creaking, the panting, the pains. Then, this morning a video came to me from a beloved friend. It was of an old dog who had been neglected to the point of sick, sad, sorry and just looking to die. I was seeing a comparison in the two of us, then I read the rest of her story...she was rescued and is getting better with age.
That's when I had my BFO. Robert Browning's poem came to me, and I realized that I...me, my life and I...will get better with age as I grow with God. We have never not gotten better, and 80 is as good a growing up time as 33 was. (Which, by the by, to my mind at that time, was old, ancient, used up, over. Which is clearly another go beyond reason....)
I'm reminded of the Gram Parsons/Emmylou Harris song, In My Hour of Darkness, In My Time of Need. It's then that God comes to me...lifts me up, kisses me on the lips, slaps me on the butt and sends me ever upward...deeper.
Thank you.
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