September. A week ago we were still in summer. Good rains had kept our fields, lawns, trees a bright green that lasted up until this past week. And now, in September, overnight, summer has left us and autumn has arrived.
Today as we drove to the city I looked long at the fields next to the road. The soybeans are turning. The corn is drying. The weeds are growing tall, hoping to set on a few more seeds before frost. The change is more visible each day. And when we see this change, we know winter is on the horizon.
In terms of day-to-day our lives are like the summer landscape. Each day is one more day gone. And we are one more day closer to our end. I'm acutely aware of this and it causes me to look ahead and wonder. How many more days? Weeks? Years? Perhaps few. Perhaps many. And I wonder what it is going to be like to walk those remaining days.
It amuses me that young people see my husband and me as "old people". I see it in how they speak to us, how they wait on us in a restaurant, sometimes how they ignore us. And sometimes how they are gracious to us.
And I think to myself, someday you'll be where I am now. It seems a long way off to you right now.
I don't think they have a clue.
I didn't. (smile) I remember thinking "old" was afar.
But I am not disheartened about reaching "old". I am not fearful. Scripture tells us that God knows all our days (Psalm 139:16) and that He holds us safely in His hands (John 10:28-29). I am content with that. And grateful. Incredibly grateful.