The old Dutch Proverb concludes:” We get too old soon, too late smart. I may have quoted it a time or two when I was younger, and with a smile. I no longer subscribe to that idea (if I ever really did) and I don’t regard it as a clever assessment.
I would hope that one would not have to wait until their “last days” to find the 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” in our lives, surrendering to the shoulda-coulda syndrome, we have missed the point of God’s plan for us.
That is; to get old, not as a regrettable circumstance, but one of His many predictions. And, that gaining wisdom must be an 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 near- nineties is that I have gotten old at just the right time, as my body is now beginning to attest. And, I am smarter than I planned on being, simply because God’s plan was always 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 negative 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 is a constant reminder that I can do all things He had planned for me…that I am not just the custodian of His gifts, but ever on the threshold of using them in ways I could have never fully imagined.
I am living in great peace within God’s appointed time for me, and feasting upon His boundless wisdom…not upon my own understanding.