Growing older with my husband has to be the most romantic story that could ever be written.
I love the infrequent gray hairs that appear in his beard from time to time (can’t say the same about those grays that appear on my head though). I love the memories that invade as I look at photos of the younger versions of us on the beach. The deeper voice, the wiser eyes, the slightly thinner hair. He is more attractive to me now than he was at 22.
Now we hold hands because we want to. Some day we will hold hands because we have to. Now we make smooth harmonies with our voices when we sing. One day we will laugh when our voices crack harmoniously.
The life we have lived together in less than two decades has given us plenty of material for an autobiography…a long one. Being one in life has been a once in a lifetime thrill. Our once twenty something abs will soon be eighty something…abs. And I can’t wait to see how good we try to make eighty look.
Yes, growing older has its positives. But let’s be realistic. The flights of stairs get us a bit winded. The alarm clock gets louder. And the doctor visits become more frequent. Carefree is a thing of the past and a fun time often involves just going to bed early.
Funeral homes become too familiar. Loss becomes a part of life and pain shows its face in a variety of ways. We long for the days of old- when childhood innocence kept us far from adulthood problems.
Whether it’s being reminded of evil in this world when we turn on the news, or experiencing heartache in our own lives, it is clear that getting older has its challenges. In fact, one might say that the burdens of life get heavier with age.
There is a reason we yearn for relief from trials of this life. There is a reason we groan and a reason we despise the loss of family and friends more than ever.
“Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.” 2 Corinthians 5:2-4
Do you find yourself craving that unseen and unknowing place? To shed, not only this fleshly shell, but also this fleshy world? We await eternity with expectation. We groan for the renewal of all things. This is normal.
Why? Because we were made for eternity. For those who are in Christ, our spirit cries out for Him and for the home that was meant for us.
Until we are called to that home let us keep on keeping on. Hold hands because you feel like it, or hold hands to keep you standing. The harmonies we will one day sing will far outweigh the tears we cry here. Your autobiography will be written at last.