I’d like to think that I’m not really that old, 61 this week, and although many would disagree with me, many would not. I find that my body doesn’t want to do the same things it did just a few years ago and certainly won’t do what I used to do in my 20’s. Much of this is my own fault though. I don’t take care of myself like I should.

But I’m still working and walking. I still drive a car and eat spicy foods. Thanks be to God I don’t get sick too often. An occasional runny nose or cold, but I’m doing quite well. What I hate to see are those people who are either dying of Covid, who are my age, or younger, and those who die of a heart attack or stroke that are my age. I also know that many people die of natural causes when they are in their 70’s. Well, that’s just a hop, skip and a jump from where I am.

It truly is scary getting old, and not just because things get harder to do, but because it makes one start thinking about what happens after we die. I’m trusting God on that one. He says if you believe in Jesus and that He loves you, you will go to heaven. Of course, even the devil believes in Jesus, but I don’t think Lucifer will be in heaven with us.

There’s a certain condition that surrounds grace. I know, grace is grace and you can’t debate with that. But Jesus, in one of His talks with me lately, brought up an interesting issue. He told me that not all who believe in Jesus will actually go to heaven. Even some in my own family! The condition: You might think you know Him, but does He know you?

I’m not sure who He was talking about in my family. I didn’t ask. Maybe someday I will. But right now I didn’t want to know. Interesting that we could be so presumptuous as to think we will go to heaven when in fact Jesus has other plans for us. I would say for those, and myself included, grace comes with humility. Let us remember who is saving who.

But back to getting old, it has it’s merits too. Like, we have many of the hard lessons behind us and we are now reaping from all the hard work we put into this life. I get to enjoy my golden years with the man I love and my children. Well, not all my children. As you may recall from earlier posts, my oldest son who I will call Mark, is still living with his father and step mother. I’ve not seen him for many years.

So getting old can take a toll on anyone, but the closer I get to the end of my life, the happier I am, as I can’t wait to meet Jesus face to face. It will be like no other time in my life. I hope it’s that way for you too.

Until my next post, God bless you.