It is official: there was a hill and I’m over it. Funny…I don’t even remember climbing it. Oh well, I’ve heard that memory lapses with age. And I’m forty now, so I’d better get used to it.
Now what was I writing about?
Each year, when I tack another year onto my age, I tend to glance over my shoulder to see where I’ve been and if I’m heading where I think I should be. My heart is a fairly accurate compass, but my brain wants to see for itself.
I feel content in our new environment (four months ago, we moved from the desert of Phoenix to the cooler climate of pines, further north in Arizona.) From this horizon, I realize that the last two years had been an emotional valley. Acknowledging the peace I feel now, I guess my son was right: I have summited a hill.
But there is no gravestone at the top.
Despite what I imagined forty to be half a lifetime ago, I feel energetic and ready to discover what the next year (or twenty) has in store. Age may be staking claim on aspects of my appearance, but it doesn’t fool me into thinking the best is behind me.
But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” (1 Samuel 16:7)
Physical exercise has some value, but spiritual exercise is much more important, for it promises a reward in both this life and the next. (1 Timothy 4:8)