While driving the new little one to the doctor the other day, my mind started to wander a bit about the place I’m at in life. I’m 41-years-old, and am raising very young children. I thought about some of my friends my age who are starting to watch their children prepare for high school graduation, or drive a car, or even start their careers, and all I could think of is how my life is about half-way over and I’m just now in the beginning years of raising a family!
The realization that I will be rearing my children well into my mid-to-late 50’s is quite humbling, and a little concerning. I get told I look young for my age, and most days I can keep up with the kids, but I cannot escape the years that have already been behind me, nor can I escape the years ahead. I find it easy sometimes to think about what I could be doing in the last half of my life. Preparing for retirement, traveling, down-sizing to a great little loft downtown, etc…are all things that have crossed my mind.
Just as soon as my mind starts to walk down that path of “what if”, I quickly come back to the reality of what my life is at this moment, and what the Lord has given me. Below is little poem I jotted down after thinking all of this through. It was laid on my heart, and although I’m not a poet or even that skilled at writing poetry, it serves the purpose of speaking out loud my contentment with the life I have.
I’ll probably never climb a mountain or swim in the deepest sea.
I’ll never build a mansion or have my name lit up on a marquee.
I probably won’t explore a jungle or fly off into the galaxy, but the Lord, my Father, has proven Himself time and again to me.
I may not ever paint a masterpiece or solve a great mystery.
I won’t carry around many riches nor discover what the eye has yet to see.
I won’t be known for perfection and struggle at times with humility, but when I think of my Lord, my Father, how great You are, my heart screams Majesty.
Thinking of all I will not do or things that won’t happen for me, all I have to do is think of You – Abba Father, Daddy, Lord – and my heart screams Majesty!
6 thoughts on “Majesty (my attempt at a poem)”
Thank you 🙂
Beautiful! Poetry from the heart always is… I can relate to your words as my children arrived between my 34 and 40th birthday. It gets easier, the peace grows stronger, and the joy bubbles forth even more.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thank you! Being an “older” parenting definitely is a good thing. It just takes me a little longer to pop up off the floor when playing with them! 🙂
You are still so young and doing a great job! I like your poem because my son will be 16 this summer and I am 53. I too can fall into the same way of thinking.