Remember the former things, those of long ago; I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me.
Just last year, I turn the big "60." I still have to pinch myself whenever I think about my chronological age; frankly, I don't feel a day over 40, and that's a good thing. But another good thing is I now qualify for my senior discount in many retail outlets, including the Publix up the street where we do all our grocery shopping.
The drawback, however, is that the senior discount is only offered on Wednesdays, not my usual day to shop. About two weeks ago, though, we have accumulated a list of grocery items required to complete the meals planned for the week. And when I realize it's Wednesday, I'm pumped!
I remind myself during the entire drive to Publix to ask for my discount at checkout. Yes, I know, it's only a 5% reduction in the sales total, but hey, a penny saved is a . . . you know the rest.
I cruise through the aisles with my cart and shopping list, eager to have this chore over and done with. The store is inordinately populated by those of us who fit into the senior demographic. I smile thinking I'm not the only one who wishes to take advantage of this bonus, no matter how small it is.
When I get in line to check out, I load my goodies on the conveyor belt, and am immediately distracted by the tabloid headlines screaming at me from the display rack. They are a sad reminder of how many people out there celebrate the fall of the mighty as it makes them feel better about their own dreary or troublesome lives.
The friendly voice of the young clerk averts my attention. She deftly rings up my purchases while a college-aged boy bags my groceries, all the while carrying on a lively conversation. I swipe my debit card, take my receipt, and head out to my car.
It isn't until I get home and remove the receipt from my wallet that I realize with dismay: I neglected to ask for my senior discount!!!
Talk about your classic senior moment. This one takes the cake!
The whole cake . . .
And as many of you who follow me here may be aware, my father suffered for years from Alzheimer's before the Lord graciously took him home in March of 2014. The fear that my future holds the same, especially when I forget such a simple thing as I do this day, at age 60, rears its ugly head. I can't help but wonder if my dad, when he was my age, was beginning to forget what was obvious and on the front burner of his mind.
I'll never know for sure . . .
But I do know this: God will be with me no matter what the future brings. He will help me to remember the former things, those of long ago, even if and when my mind drifts away from the present. I will ever be His child, and He will be my God.
The One like no other is the God in whom I trust.
He will see me through all my senior moments.
Do you ever have a senior moment? Does it worry you, or do you take it in stride?
Prayer: Father, many of us have valid reasons to fear the future as we age. Let us rely on You to allay those fears, to set them aside, and focus upon Your eternal promise, that You will ever be with us. God, may we praise You unceasingly all of our days. It is in Jesus' name, we pray. Amen.