For the last several years, I’ve heard the following words from one doc or another,
“It’s part of getting old.”
That is fine, but I’m not that old. While this reflects my feeling, it is not my reality. The latest was blood pressure medication. That crazy stuff gave me muscle spasms in both legs simultaneously last night. I couldn’t even walk. I was stuck just standing there in pain. Hey football players, I’ll never laugh at you for leaving the field again. My legs are sore today, and wrapped in a heating pad.
What is all this getting old stuff?
My oldest child turned 30 this week. However, I had that child in high school, so I am not an average aged mother of a 30-year-old. I wish someone would remind my body. Sure, I would have gray hair without dye. My entire family turned gray early, so does this count?
I don’t want to be this person. This early aging woman. I don’t know how to change this trajectory, or how to embrace it. My kids grew up, all the while I was the one growing into some odd unhealthy/healthy woman. How am I both, and how do I find peace in it?
As I march on, I will continue to work on a healthier lifestyle. My doctor recommends eating more fish. My husband caught and delivered 50 pounds of fish in June. He had a successful Alaskan fishing expedition. Who do you think eats that fish? You guessed it, me. I eat more fish than anyone you know. So, thanks doc, I got that covered and still have fluctuating high blood pressure.
I find comfort in one thing. Whether I was a 20-something lady or this more mature woman, I am always God’s daughter. A child of the Great I Am. There is no aging in that identity, no expiration, no final call.
I am His, forever.
Authentic Truths 