The first 20 years of life crept along. Before my memory, I am told my ambition was
to be as tall as the handle on the refrigerator door. Ever so slowly, I grew and attained that
height.
I do remember that I thought the day would never come when I
could read well enough to read the Sunday comics to myself and not rely on my
somewhat crazy uncles on Sunday afternoons at Grandma’s house. One could never be sure they weren’t editing
as they read.
I wanted time to stop so that I didn’t have to walk across the
stage in front of all those people to graduate from sixth grade. I could feel it coming ever so slowly but
surely. It turns out, that I could live
through that intimidation.
The pain of mid-teens seemed never-ending. I believed that to be the Dark Ages of my
life. Who am I? What am I supposed to be doing with my life
that stretches out in front of me? How
will I find purpose and meaning? But
eventually, I emerged with hope for the time ahead, because of my faith in a
loving God.
I don’t know if the six years I spent getting my education
after high school crept or sped. In
retrospect, they are the blink of an eye, but at the time, they were packed
full of life-defining experiences. I
remember times when I counted down the hours left in my shift caring for some
extremely ill and difficult patient. I
knew that if I could reach the end of my eight hours, the impossible situation
was someone else’s responsibility. Agony
and ecstasy shaped me and formed life-long bonds with friends as we suffered or
rejoiced together.
I walked down the aisle with my Dad and back up it with my
husband over 50 years ago. On that day,
the notion of 50 years together was exciting but not really possible to
comprehend. We were pledging to grow old
together, but so much life was ahead before we reached old age.
Ha! Fifty years! Is that a long time or is that the blink of
an eye? Looking back, I can barely wrap
my head around all the things we have experienced together….wonderful times,
horrible times, mundane times.
Today is the last day of 2019.
I am 74. Do I have 20 more
years? If so, will they edge forward at
a snail’s pace or shoot past like an accelerating locomotive? Twenty years seems like a long, long time
when one is a child. Now, twenty years
seems like nothing…a wisp of smoke. Here
I am asking some of the same questions as in my mid-teens. Who am I now? What am I supposed to be doing? This time, however, it doesn’t feel like the
Dark Ages of my life. I have lived
through all those strange and sometimes frightening eras. I have learned that God has been faithful,
and I believe that will continue…whether I have 20 years left or 20 months or
20 days or 20 minutes. I know sometimes
life will pass slowly and sometimes rapidly, but I know it only goes in one
direction for mortal man. I am OK with
that!
Welcome, 2020.