“I won’t be young forever!”

I’ve seen children dreaming of grand birthday parties, and I’m sure you’ve seen them too. Little lasses fancy princess themed parties, with tiaras, gowns, and glittering slippers. Little lads imagine that they’re one of the Marvel heroes, Lightning McQueen, or a soldier in the Army, Air Force, or Navy. With chocolate cake and bright balloons, with jolly games and wonderful gifts, they will consider it complete.

I’ve seen wives and mothers past the age of forty, trying to look younger than they are, and I’m sure you’ve seen them too. Their faces have fine lines that tell of the times that they worried for their husbands and their children. Their hands declare how much work she has done, scrubbing soiled clothes, cutting up vegetables, smoothing a feverish forehead, etc. Her hair, which her children have brushed, smoothed, or played with, will become streaked with gray. If you look at them, you will see how much they have cared for their families.

And they remind me that I won’t be young forever! I will become an aged woman when the time comes. In Titus 2, aged women are to teach the young women ‘to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, to be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, obedient to their own husbands’. That’s not a very long list of lessons, but it will cover a lot of practical things in life that will be manifested by spiritual things. Not all aged women are qualified to teach these things, because during their younger days, they had not been sober, loving, discreet, chaste, and keepers at home. But thanks be to God, there are also the aged women who can be teachers of these ‘good things’. They are the ones whose behavior is ‘as becometh to holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine’. They are to teach these to the young women ‘that the word of God be not blasphemed’.

As a young woman, there are a lot of things that I need to know. First, I must learn to be sober. Being sober, or serious, in life is a hard thing to do. If not for the wisdom that comes from God and his word, everything I do might have been just going along with the flow of the world. I also need to learn to love my husband and my children. I don’t have a husband now (there will come a day for that) and I certainly don’t have children, so this is where the example of the aged women steps in, and I study from them. Besides this, I must learn to be discreet and chaste. Unfortunately, it is very difficult to find a good example in this regard. To be a keeper at home, my mother is my teacher. And to be obedient and submissive to my own husband, I obey my father. All these I need to learn so that the word of God will not be blasphemed, and that I would be ready to teach when the time comes.

Many have told me, “You’re young and talented. Take a chance and show the world what you have. Have fun; you’re still young, and you won’t be young forever.”

‘tis true. I won’t be young forever. Some may say I have talent, but it’s not mine. It belongs to the God who made me. And because it is His, all I do should be for Him alone.

Besides, I have my fun. 🙂 I have fun washing dishes and hanging laundry. I have fun cutting and sewing up dresses. I have fun caring for my siblings and changing diapers. I have fun trying to bake with little sisters wanting to ‘help’. I have fun teaching ABC’s and checking schoolwork. Some may call it work, and I guess it is work, but it’s wonderful to know that these little things that I do is actually fun when I serve

Jesus, and Others, and You

—What a wonderful way to spell JOY!”

18, 19, 20, 21,—25, —–31,——38,——45,——52……

Time flies. I might as well prepare myself to teach younger women…with a happy face and a joyous heart. 🙂

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