Older

“Noah was six hundred years old when the flood of waters came upon the earth.” #Genesis‬‭7‬:‭6‬ ‭

The older we get, the harder life becomes. Our bodies ache and atrophy. The world around us is spiraling into more chaos, confusion, conflict, and uncertainty. Even the earth itself is groaning with eruptions and catastrophe. Regardless the number of our days, there are fixed limitations for humanity.

Therefore, if we are not walking with the Lord, we will be weakened and washed away. Faith is a foundation for the sinking sand realities of this world. Those who look to the Lord are safe and sustained.

A follower of God is not better than those without faith. Their sin still has consequences and is a stench before Holy God. While Christians are not better than nonbelievers, they are better off. In other words, there’s hope. Like Noah, the believer’s peace is in God’s promise to rescue from the rain. Our comfort is in Christ’s resurrection from the dead. Hope is alive and will never be thwarted from the throne.

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So, the older we get, life will have more obstacles and difficulties. And, the older we get, the greater faith is tested, strengthened, and confirmed. Further, and humbling, the older we get the nearer we are to our faith becoming sight. “My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever.” (Psalm 73:26)

As I enter a twenty-sixth year of ministry, I want to walk and run to the finish line marked out for me. Lord, help me display and declare your grace to the next generation.

Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.

Take my moments and my days; let them flow in endless praise.

Take my hands and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.

Take my feet and let them be, swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice and let me sing, always, only for my King.

Take my lips and let them be, filled with messages from Thee.

Take my silver and my gold, not a mite would I withhold.

Take my intellect and use every power as Thou shall choose.

Take my will and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.

Take my heart it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love; my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.

Take myself, and I will be, ever only, all for Thee.

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