Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Golden Girls


It was the most beautiful sight I may have ever seen. I so badly wanted to snap a picture that I even grabbed my phone in a rush to capture the moment, but then stopped myself because it felt invasive. It was a moment I wanted to freeze in time and store away for a day I am praying will never come. If this day shall, in fact, fall heavy upon my shoulders, I pray that I will reach into my memory and find this image. 

It was a young crowd, for the most part - college students, teens, families with kids, and such. The crowd was one you would expect to show up for a worship night that began at seven o’clock in the evening. You know the scene: flannel shirts, ripped jeans - clothes that looked as if they were stolen from my high school closet. However, there was this particular row of members who stood out to me more than any other, and it was not due to their uber-trendy fashion.   

Three ladies, at an average age of what I guessed to be around eighty-five years old, stood shoulder to shoulder to the right of where my family was sitting. The Golden Girls, as I like to call them, were frail in stature, but mighty in presence, if you know what I mean. My eyes were drawn to them like glue throughout the entire evening, as the overflow of their joy in worshipping the Father was evident. The smiles on their faces as they sang, the swing in their gait as they clapped, the tears that I witnessed slowly slip down their cheeks at the close of a message on Gods amazing grace. Throughout the three-hour long evening, their strength never wavered, and their joy never faltered. It was beautiful. 

Why am I sharing this with you? As the mom of four kids, there is no one more excited to see the youth rise in the faith. For my children to have access to young girls and boys boldly proclaiming the good news of Gods amazing grace is a blessing and comfort. But I often fear, in a world that glorifies youth, we are missing out on a generation of men and women who possess the knowledge and wisdom moms like me are desperate for. While the passion of our youth is essential in the vitality of the church, it cannot replace the wisdom and experience of a life lived.  

I believe there will at least be one of you who will happen upon this blog and assumeher work in the kingdom is done. You have fallen prey to the whispers from Satan himself: you have nothing left to offer, you have put in your time, just leave the kingdom work for the young.  

LIES. 

I NEED YOU, and I am confident that there are thousands upon thousands of moms out there like myself. We are hungry for wisdom that cannot be attained through mere head knowledge but preferably one that has seen the test of time - wisdom that has been born through the painful years, the challenging times, the moments when you wanted to give up, but you didn’t. How did you handle success? How did you handle failures? Was marriage always easy? As a wife and mother, I am riddled with questions, uncertainties, and daily fears that, quite honestly, at times leave me paralyzed.  

Satan could very well be distracting you, convincing you to lay down your sword at such a time when the saints are calling you to the front line. Sisters, you are the Golden Girls of this age, and your wisdom has never been more valuable. In the words of Mordecai as found in Esther chapter 4:  

And who knows whether you have not attained royalty for such a time as this?" 

For such a time as this. Maybe you have decided that the rest of your life should be lived from the sideline. If that is the case, then allow this post to serve as a message from a daughter who is desperate for your influence upon her life. Or perhaps you are reading as a daughter, one who longs to express her gratitude toward the faithful women who have poured into her. Share this post with the Golden Girls in your life as a reminder of the value they possess. Finally, if the time should ever arise when I begin to doubt my worth as a daughter of the King, if I should ever shrink back and succumb to the lies of the evil one, please, oh, please, wont someone share this post with me. Lord Jesus, I want to be a Golden Girl, eighty-five and still ALIVE. ALIVE IN YOU.  

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. Heb 12:1-3
🖤 Jill

1 comment:

  1. Your mother-in-law was my fifth grade teacher. I learned so much from her.

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