When Did I Become Old?

No, seriously….when did I become old??????

I originally decided to post this blog because I walked in to my room one morning and Barbie was blasting music so that she could hear it in the shower.  I covered my ears to walk through the room.  Really????  This from the girl who would blast Nirvana at the top of the stereo volume while she was getting ready to go out?????  The main thought in my head was “When did I become old???”

me in 1973                                                                                                        Me in 1973 (wasn’t I cute?)

Now, I am one that is not ashamed of her age.  I am proud to be 41, no, wait, I am 42! (Do you do that too?  Forget how old you are?  I do it all the time? Another sign I’m getting old????) I’m happy where my life is at right now.  I am a homeschool mom of 6 and my eldest is 15.  That doesn’t bug me.  I have some laugh lines. I have some gray hairs. I even have a couple of wrinkles by my eyes, and I’m getting the dreaded age spots.  But I don’t dread them.  I welcome them!!!

So why did that thought irritate me to no end.  I really don’t understand why.

And then “IT” happened.  I was taking BAM! to a doctors appointment about an hour away from our house.  Eyes got car sick, so we had to stop into a local retail store to purchase some new clothing.  (Yes it really was that bad). And the cashier at check out asked me the question that brought me to tears.  She smiled sweetly and asked, “Are you 55 years old or older?”

I gasped.  I looked at her like she had 3 heads.  And then I exclaimed, “um….NO!” She didn’t even look abashed.  She just rang me up.  I paid for my purchase, went out to the truck, and promptly broke into tears. Now, admittedly, it was a tough day.  Traveling with 6 kids all by my lonesome that far.  Eyes vomiting all over the car.  And taking BAM! to an appointment to discuss having a tumor removed.  But none of that made me cry.  Being asked if I was 55 did.


Me this past weekend (I still think I’m pretty cute! lol)

I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I think the reason it affected me so much is that I’ve NEVER been asked if I was older before!  NEVER!!!  I’ve been accused of being younger before plenty of times.  In fact, when I was pregnant with Barbie a hostess in a restaurant read me and my mother the riot act for being a teenager and pregnant (hugely pregnant).  I was 26 and had to pull out my drivers license to prove it to her.  Shortly after Barbie was born (I mean like 2 days later), I was in a grocery store and had an old lady tell me that as a teenager, I was way too old to be playing with dolls.  (Yes, she was that cute, and yes she accused me of being a teenager).  This kind of thing has happened to me all of my life.  As a 6th grader, a teacher yelled at me for being on the wrong playground and promptly grabbed my hand and took me to the kindergarten playground.  Even in my late 30’s people were telling me that I looked no older than my 20’s.  (and no, they weren’t flattering me).

So, I guess I’m old.  Or, at least, starting to look older.  That doesn’t bug me that much.  It really doesn’t.  As long as someone doesn’t ask me if I’m 55+ in the next 13 years, I should be ok….maybe….possibly….

Tuesday Ironing Day

Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God. Psalm 42:5

Papi truly believes that I am one of the weirdest people on the face of the earth.  Why would he think that?  Well, I hate to iron! No, seriously, I HATE to iron.  I would rather clean the toilets by hand with no gloves then iron.  I think part of the reason I hate it so much is that I am really very exponentially bad at it.  I don’t iron wrinkles out, I iron them in!  The only time I’m halfway successful at ironing is when it’s a whole piece of cloth, not cut out, ready to sew.  Papi thinks this is absolutely hilarious and will usually patiently ask what I’m wearing Sunday morning so that he can iron it for me. The truth of the matter is, no matter how much I hate to iron, and hate to admit this, clothes just look better when all of the wrinkles have been ironed out.

And isn’t that just what God does for us????

He looks at our souls, and if we ask, washes them clean.  But that is only the very first part of His relationship with us.  In His infinite wisdom, He allows us to go through trials and tribulations.  Successfully trans versing these “sloughs of despond” depend on us leaning on Him.  And slowly, ever so slowly, He uses His iron to smooth all the wrinkles. My greatest wrinkle (at the moment) is my temper.  But I know, because He’s shown me before, that the more time I spend reading His Word and talking to Him, the easier it is during the day to control my temper.  If you will, He spends time smoothing out the wrinkle of my temper.

Your wrinkle may be something quite large, like addiction, or something relatively small, like time management (or lack thereof).  Either way, some days you may think that the wrinkle is just too big, or you can’t possibly iron it out.  And YOU can’t.

Isaiah 40:27 – 29 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.”

God is bigger than any wrinkle in your life.  He will help you to iron it out.  Don’t give up!!!!

Ride the storm

So, what is your biggest wrinkle?  Or maybe you don’t have any BIG wrinkles, just lots and lots of little ones all over your life.  Can you let Him help you smooth them out?  Trust me, He irons so much better than any of US!!!

Daily Household Assignments:

1. Make your bed .

2. Wash dishes as they get dirty, teach your kids to rinse their plates right away (if they can reach the sink)

3. Today is Tuesday Iron Day, so whip out that ironing board ladies!!!  Get to work on that huge stack of ironing from Monday. Take your time.  If you rush, you will iron in wrinkles, not iron them out. (Hmmmmmm, I wonder what God is trying to tell us with that?) Ironing is very soothing once you get into the routine of it, so while you are ironing, think very hard about the major wrinkles in your life.  Give them up to the Master Ironer.  Let Him take care of your spiritual ironing for you.

4.  How much progress have you made on winnowing out your clothing?  All sorted out?  No?  That’s ok.  Keep plodding along.  Even an hour a day every day this week and you will make loads (ahem) of progress.