At 44, I am just starting to feel my age. Physically feel my age. This year is the first time I have really felt like that. Hopefully, I’ll always be young at heart, but my little signs of the reality “44” are popping up! I have loved the forties, thank the Lord! But, earlier this week I had a funny reality check!

The other morning, as I was getting dressed and readying my face for the day, I opened our bathroom cabinet and said to Jim, “All we really need around here is a good nose hair clipper.” What!?!? Did I just say that? Are we talking about nose hair clippers? We chuckled as we found ourselves in this new phase of life where a good nose hair clipper is now a necessary tool if we want anyone to have a face-to-face conversation with us!

With my current little knee injury, I have had a Ziploc bag of medicine in my purse. I put rubberbands around things in my purse…like I rubberband the checkbook and my pocket calendar together. Why do I do that now? Rubberbands and Ziplocs in my purse…I am 44!

The last time I got my hair cut, my hair stylist, Liz, and I talked about our aches and pains and the aches and pains of those close to us! Liz (beautiful at age 52) has been my hair stylist since I was 12 years old…she knows more about me (and loves me unconditionally I might add) than some of my family members know! Here we were talking about aches and pains instead of important relationships in our lives, the upcoming election or the latest fashions!

While my body may start to feel the reality of growing up to being age “44”, my young (eh-hem) heart’s desire is that daily I am still growing and maturing in the Lord. When I had the nose hair awakening the other morning, I remembered Psalm 92:14 above that I had read in late summer as I was reading through Psalms. As we grow each year and continue to abide in Him, may we continue to bear His fruit well into our very old age. “Fresh and green”….now that’s a great way to grow older! I am looking forward to it.

Now, excuse me…I have some nose hair trimmin’ to do!