Continuing my post from yesterday about the purchase of a cane. When little Ella came over today, she was overjoyed to see the cane, and couldn't keep her hands off it. Well, at least someone was glad to see it. When I told her that I needed the cane because my knee hurt, she said that what I really needed was a stuffed animal, not a cane. Then she proceded to tell me that her great-grandfather had a cane. She said that this was because he was very, very old. And then she struck this pose with the cane to show me how great-grandfather looked in his old age with his cane. Gads!!! Along with the laugh, I felt a shiver as I wondered if this grim smirk was my future as I now hobble along through life. Does she think that all old people look like this? Has she seen no joyful seniors? Something for me to be mindful of, for sure. I need to prove her wrong.
"Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you." Isaiah 46:4