I’m honored to invite my friend, fabulous poet and blogger Kelly Belmonte, to share what God has been speaking to her heart lately — a profound truth we can all take to heart today:
A million years ago, back in my college days, there was this song I liked to sing. It went like this:
He has shown thee, Oh man,
What is good and what the Lord requires of thee,
But to do justly
And to love mercy
And to walk humbly with thy God.
Based on Micah 6:8, that song (and scripture) has stuck with me over the years as an important reminder of what I need to do whenever I feel I’ve lost my way.
These days – eons later – I find myself reflecting on… well, a lot. I used to say that age doesn’t matter; it’s just a number, and I wouldn’t be one to freak out as I reached certain decades. But the truth is, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise (as Grandma used to say), I will reach fifty in under four months, and I am not ready.
You might even say that I’m freaking out. A bit.
Things are not as they used to be. That is a fact. For example, it used to be I didn’t ever worry about what I ate. The word “diet” was simply not in my vocabulary. Those days are gone. Over the past three years, I’ve put on over 10 pounds, which may not sound like much, but I’m not super tall, and I refuse to buy new clothes. So, it’s awkward.
The only thing that has changed is my age. My older friends smile gently upon me in shared sisterhood, as if to say (sometimes literally saying out loud), “We’ve all been there, my friend. You just have to work harder as you get older.”