“We aren’t immortal. We don’t last long. Like our dogs, we age and weaken. And die.” Psalm 49.12
Recognizing my age never comes easily. In my mind I am still 18, in college, with physical maturity still to come. In my heart, I often even younger! I find it very difficult to accept the daily realities of living on the north side of 40. The challenge shows up each day in a new, unexpected ways. I guess this is a sign of the depth of my denial.
Two lessons in as many weeks taught me the hard truth. Lesson number one occurred as I played English football with co-workers. I realized, as I laid all my energies out on the Astroturf for everyone to see that the only person my age was the referee. Most people were young enough to be my son. My expectations of capabilities, energy, and stamina had no resemblance to the actual game. My discipline, controlled, and open attitude to coaching did not fill the gap. I was not perfect, I knew it, and all could see it. There was nothing I could do other than play to enjoy the game. Turf burns and strained muscles continued to remind me of age long after the lights were off.
Playing a simple squash match with a friend who I work with brought things home again. Two weeks ago, while playing, I felt a pop in a calf muscle. Rather than recognize a problem and seeking help, I played on, and on. By the end of that game I could barely walk. Last night was our first rematch. Playing with caution, I determined that my discipline and control would bring me success. I won, however I did not anticipate the trigger. Walking home provided the reflection time necessary.
Understanding one’s strengths and weaknesses will provide a framework in which to live life. To get the best out of life takes something more. God.
God provides a framework, a day to day sense of direction, and an opportunity to exercise faith. Just open and accept.
