From my own experience, I know this: It matters not where we are, as in what angst we are living with, or when...at what age...that promise is flat-out true.
As I often note, I have been reading "God Calling" daily for nearly fifty years...every year when I come to May 5, I read this and rejoice. I have underlined, highlighted, noted enough times to doubt it not...as I look back.
I started reading GC when I was in my 30s, I am now in my 80s...it holds out more promise to me today than ever before. Chances are that is exactly what I have thought and felt every year on reading it anew.
Today I was gifted with a blinding flash of the obvious, i.e., to empty our mind of all that limits is to realize all our current "old-age" fears as that which is beautiful. All we need do is leave to Me more and more the choice of how we experience our fears. There...that is to have no regrets.
I picture my friends and each of our projected limits, i.e., fears. We are all in our 80s now, each of us living happily with an incurable, progressive disease.
I pondered leave more and more the choice to Me, with "the choice" for each of us being: for Gertrude, dementia; for Jasper, depression, for Elmer, various physical ailments portending death at his door; for me, my childhood nemesis redux, left alone, unloved, unwanted, unneeded and unappreciated.
I know, for a fact, that God has made our incurable, progressive disease beautiful for each of us, so I delight in thinking: Then why not dementia, depression, death, and left alone?
The key, of course, is to empty our mind of all that limits...for all that limits is fear.
Be not afraid, it is I. -- John 6:20
A new life really does begin at 80.
Thank you.
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