I am now 84 years of age, feeling somewhat venerable and dignified with my white hair and beard. I don't enjoy hobbling poorly, with a cane, but I have taken it as a part of my age. Well, a year ago, during my weekly two hours with my physical therapist, I saw the previous patient walk out. She is a woman in her mid-nineties. She had fallen down a flight of stairs and broken thirteen bones. Now she was well and walking normally! I felt like a weak young punk by comparison!
Well, compared to the rest of the world, we routinely come out badly, but in Jesus Christ, we are always with God, as high as possible.
I have never doubted the Bible or the Holy Trinity since I was a child. Any other faith is absurd and is madness. As a result, I have always "known my place" as His servant and a child by grace.
Old age is His ordination and a part of my preparation for eternity, which is very real to me. I hope to do a little more writing, but otherwise I am ready for heaven. I look forward to all that it means, including reunions with loved ones and fellow believers already there. Death is the greatest adventure.
I don't enjoy my hobbling and sometimes attendant pains, but I know that the best is yet to come. God's grace is an amazing thing. I have known it and will know yet far more.
Dying is a part of the Fall, and yet it places us forever beyond the Fall. The life of faith is truly life. I have been blessed with a godly family and with a calling. I am also blessed by you, our supporters, and you are daily in my prayers.
My present condition is difficult and sometimes painful, but it has a happy ending. May you all be similarly blessed.