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Fifty-Six Years

November 14, 2008 By Bonnie

Today I am fifty-six years old! I remember as a child thinking someone in their fifties was seriously getting up there - not many more years left for them on this earth. Now, from the other side of that half-century mark, I believe old is what one chooses to be.

Tony and I were watching the morning news show this morning and someone

his

age was being interviewed. The man on the television

looked

much older than Tony. In a slightly worried voice, Tony asked, "Do I look as old as he does?"

Age is really what one makes of it. I think it is not the number of years that matter; it is the spirit of one's soul. I have a friend who is 96 years young. Each Sunday he is out on the church steps, leaning on his walker, greeting all who come. Each Wednesday night he sits as a "listener" to hear AWANA kids recite their Bible verses.

So on this my fifty-sixth birthday, I want to reflect on my life tenets, those values that guide my life and really determine the age of my soul:

There can be no reconciliation without invitation. I will be a person who invites.
Every relationship is worth restoring. I will freely offer forgiveness.
Nothing can thwart the will of God; not even the tragic events of this fallen world. I will trust in His perfect will.
In every situation in life, I have a choice; I can be destroyed by it or transformed by it. I will choose to be transformed.
The will of God will never take me where the grace of God cannot hold me. I will rest in His grace.

I want to keep a

young soul

for all of my days. I want to glorify God, people His Kingdom, and leave a godly legacy for my grandchildren.

May they remember me as a woman who loved God, valued peace, bestowed grace, always forgave, and brought comfort to those who grieve.

Tagged as: "Age" "Legacy" "Young Soul"
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