(Proverbs 5:11 KJV) And thou mourn at the last, when thy flesh and thy body are consumed,
“I’m ready to go.” This is a line I use with the kids at school on a regular basis. I usually don’t go beyond that because they don’t ask what I mean. The truth is I am not groaning about it. I am not yearning to be young again. I am ready to go. It has been a good ride. All is still going well. All of my problems are what they call “first world.”
Part of that comfort with getting old is knowing that I have not invested my life in destructive practices. It is, of course, rooted in the grace of God and being born again. It doesn’t stop with the roots. It goes on to a walk. It continues with growth and maturity.
So? I am not hurrying to the grave but it is not an object of fear. I don’t think the descriptions we have in the Bible and speculations of folklore come even close to how glorious it is going to be. I am ready to go, are you? It is a fair question to ask yourself.