I've been contemplating lately how unglamorous it is to grow old. There's so much about it that is unnatural, contrary to the way that we were created, a painful demonstration of the way that living in a fallen world -- no matter what kind of life we've lived or how long we've lived -- will catch up with us.
And yet, God gives us the grace to "grow lovely, growing old." To glorify him and to bless others in the pain, the humiliation, the loss of liberty and dignity.
No matter how long I live, I want to live in such a way that I will be one of those people who will bless people in my living and my dying.