Three widows celebrate eighty-four years on earth.
The first widow drives but just downsized to a two bedroom apartment after living in a two-story home with a magnificent garden she maintained herself. She visits cancer sufferers, prays, and gardens. She attends church and travels long distances to visit family and conferences. Our phone calls are always joy-filled.
The second widow recently moved from her farm—which was out of town—and stopped driving. She also downsized to a two bedroom unit. She attends a senior’s group twice a week, a ladies study group, and church services. She always has an encouraging word and is glad to see me when I visit.
The third widow had a light stroke a few years ago and has an impaired memory. She moved into her daughter’s home many years before, settling into the comfort of the master suite. Though still able to walk well with a walker, she spends her days lying in bed, getting weaker and weaker. She no longer listens to the radio or CDs or reads and has almost given up on life.
All three widows love Jesus. Two are still serving God and involved in life, but one has decided to drift towards heaven. The first two never complain; the last has to be cajoled out of her slumps every time I visit. She has no interest in anything.
I love all three widows equally, but I’ve learned from these relationships that regardless of how life on this earth ends, we need to stay connected to society and accept the aging process graciously.
Don’t quit serving God and others, no matter what your age happens to be.
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