The old Dutch proverb concludes; “We get too soon old, too late smart”. I may have quoted it a time or two when I was younger, and, with a smile. I not longer subscribe to the idea (If I ever did) and I don’t regard it as a clever assessment.
I would hope that one would not have to wait until his “last days” to find the real truth of old age.
If we have lived our lives with regret and recrimination for not having done something or call for a “do over” of our lives, surrendering to the shoulda-coulda syndrome, we have missed the point of Gods plan for us.
That is, to get old, not as a regrettable circumstance, but one of His many predictions. And, that gaining wisdom is a never ending process that calls for periodic stupidity, and readjustment. There are no target dates or scores common to any of us. It is a marathon for one.
What I can say in my mid eighties, is that I have gotten old at just the right time, as my body is now beginning to attest. And, I am smarter then I planned on being, simply because God’s plan was bigger than mine.
The smart part, I think, is that I have learned to narrow down my focus to those things that I believe please God. And, to dismiss those things that have a bearing on our everlasting relationship. My heart is not troubled with should haves.
I have increased my expectations for all those things that He has promised, and the Spirit vested in me has become a constant reminder that I can do all things; that I am not just the custodian of His gifts, but on the threshold of using them in ways I could never fully imagine. What joy it brings to my life.
I am living in great peace within God’s appointed time for me, feasting upon His boundless wisdom and mystery and not upon my own limited understanding and imagination.