I had a birthday this month. The big 5-0.
I’m not sure how I feel about it. Do I feel a mid-life crisis coming on? Should I consider cosmetic surgery? Is this the beginning of a new phase?
Which all happened at a great time. I was visiting our local senior center to learn to quilt. These women are a wonderful source of knowledge, and they’re patient with beginners. One of the ladies there is Margeurite. She’s over 90, and she is a blessing. Margeurite still works at our local mission, handing out food. She also delivers lunches for folks who need them. And she was at the senior center that morning, looking over my shoulder and encouraging me. Wowzer. I want to grow up to be like Margeurite. That sort of giving spirit and energy for living are more important than my quilting skills!
All of this started me to thinking about my Amish friends. They don’t dye their hair. They certainly don’t worry about facelifts. And they view birthdays as a time for family celebration, but not a marker in your life. The only real markers in our lives are the goals we set, the plans God has for us, and the people we meet along the way.
I love to write about older Amish women in my books. In my upcoming release, A Wedding for Julia, my main character is a bit older. She’s not the ideal weight either. But she’s a good cook and she loves the Lord. These types of characters help me to connect with the person I want to be. It’s not that they’re perfect. They would laugh at such a thought. No, it’s more that they help me to peel away the layers of my life and reveal the real me—the one God intends me to be.
Turning fifty is actually kind of cool, and though I’m vowing to watch my waistline, I did enjoy the evening with close friends and family—and a little chocolate cake.