I know a rude woman. Seriously she is just so offensive, saying highly inappropriate things all the time, it’s embarrassing. For example, for my 30 day writing challenge she offered me the word MIDLIFE.
She might as well have slapped me on the face with a wet fish. I mean, what do I know about midlife?
Midstream, yeah maybe I could work with that. But Midlife? So rude.
Anyway, she threw down the gauntlet and I accept. I will muster all of my observational skills and creative wherewithal to imagine what midlife might be like.
I think I can sum it up in one word.
It’s proven that the gravitational pull gets stronger as you get older. Things… drop, droop and drag. Earlobes get longer, hairs drop from your head and start trying to escape through your nose, even you insides start trying to escape in unsavoury ways. Your skin loses any hope of staying abreast of things and just gives up, hanging there like a burst party balloon.
Boobs. I can’t even….
So yeah, gravity.
We don’t leap, spin and twirl like we used to or if we do, we end up requiring medical attention.
But it’s not all physical.
We are truly weighed down. It gets harder to take risks, the implications of failure seem greater. The more we have accumulated, the harder it is to give it up. We get scared, we are prudent. We are safe. We find ourselves trapped in a cage of our own making.
We are wise. Apparently.
We are not frivolous.
We are mature. We are mundane. We are midlife.
THAT’S A CROCK OF SHIT. *whistling sharply through false teeth*
We are fearless followers of Christ known for flights of fancy!
Isaiah 40:28-31 New International Version (NIV)
Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Eat my dust young thing, my strength is renewed, and I’m grabbing a Poise and running towards Christ.