From the Farm: The Strength of My Heart and My Portion Forever

How often do you think about getting older?

I was working at a local high school a few days ago and, as I walked down the hallway preparing to leave the building, I encountered a young, strong teenage boy confidently making his way down the hall before quickly descending the stairs.

Immediately, I remembered how easily I once did the same thing — years ago. Before the gray. Before the aching knees. Before the grandchildren. And in that moment, it dawned on me once again that I am getting older.

These days, I hold onto the handrails when I go down the stairs. I watch my steps more carefully. I avoid climbing ladders unless it’s absolutely necessary.

And somehow, all of that made me think about how much more I rely on the I AM now than I did in the strength of my youth.

My body may move a little slower these days, but my walk with Yahweh is deeper, steadier, and far more dependent upon Him than it has ever been before.