I don’t remember imagining that this day would come,
didn’t wrap it up in childhood dreams
and tuck it in my heart,
no, being 50 wasn’t something that I even
felt a part.
It seemed that it was eons, or years and years away.
Not something that I gave a thought, on any given day.
Then sometime in the past few years, it jumped within
my sight. I knew that 50 would come soon, and it became a fight. I sure didn’t like the ‘old’ word, or things my body said.
And when I looked within the mirror, the gray upon my head.
And now that I am 50, I tell you there are things,
that I am oh so thankful that being 50 brings,
I look back on many days, and many things I’ve done,
On ups and downs throughout my life,
and on the race I’ve run…
with all those memories that I hold
so tightly in my heart…
I know that each God got me through
He’s held me from the start.
I have 50 years of knowing that God is always here 50 years of living and knowing He is near 50 years of loving and placing hope in Him 50 years I’m thankful for, and I would do again.