Welp…Another birthday come and gone, soooo, I thought I’d refresh my old checklist of the perks of being old. 

1. I can avoid makeup.

 I need a putty knife to fill my wrinkles. Many days I don’t bother.  When I throw on all that “Look Younger” makeup, I kinda look like an over-the-hill lady of the night.

I’m not sure God would approve.

“Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;  but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.” -Proverbs 31:30

2. I have an excuse to speak out. 

Folks think I know something cause I have wrinkles. (#stillclueless) Seriously, I really don’t know much, but loss has taught me some lessons. I want to share what I’ve learned the hard way.  God is good and He’s taught me a lot, especially in the last five years. I share these lessons with you! Take em with a grain of salt.  

“Wisdom is with the aged, and understanding in length of days.”                                                                              – Job 12:12

3. I can admit my tech handicap.

I’m not too bright about tech stuff.  I’m not too proud to admit I need help. My adult daughters must be constantly on call to assist me when I get confused. That’s OK. This is also a great excuse to talk to them. I love my tech-savvy girls!

So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to another generation, your power to all those to come. – Psalm 71:18

4. I don’t have to fake it anymore. 

I’m a mess, but I don’t have to fake it any more. I’ve been around too long. People know me too well. I’ve always been cracked and five years ago, I got shattered.  Instead of staying in the graveyard of this mess, I choose forgive, let go and talk about God’s provision in trauma.  God can use cracked and shattered folks.

Hey, God,  Please use me.

Thanks, God. 

So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. – 2 Corin 4:16

5. I get to offer Type A ponderings on life in my blog.

With so many years of blessings plus a few years of traumatic loss all jammed up inside my head, I can’t help myself. This stuff has got to spill out somewhere. It might as well spill out here. (To God be the glory!!!!).

My bottom line: If I gotta be old and shattered, use me, God, to help others. 

 

Thank you, God, for letting me hang on and hang out on these pages .😜💕