Physical aging brings a slow season of losses: eyesight, joints free of pain, ability to break into a sprint, moving furniture by yourself, carrying a grandchild on your hip for hours, driving at night. We could make a long list of negatives, of no-longer-able-tos, and “I’m going to pay for this tomorrow!”

When you look in the mirror, you are thankful that your eyes are a little blurry—it means your wrinkles blend in and you can’t see the long hairs growing out of your chin. Well, maybe this should still be in the list of negatives.

But, there are positives lists I can make to counteract my frustrations. I know the Lord. I am a temple. I have experienced so many Ebenezer moments, that crash right through the evil-built roadblocks to my faith. When you get to the end of me, you see the vastness of glory stretching to infinity. I’m bigger on the inside because the Holy Spirit lives in me.

And you know what else? People give us seniors a little leeway to take more time, to speak our mind, to encourage others and notice them verbally without looking for ulterior motives. I like that.

• The good news is, I’ve made it to my golden years. The bad news is, there ain’t no gold.
• You know you’re old when you’re entering your birth year online and you have to spin that thing like you’re on Wheel of Fortune.
• They say with age comes wisdom. So, I don’t have wrinkles; I have wise cracks.
• The fact that my entire body cracks like a glowstick whenever I move, but refuses to actually glow, is very disappointing.
• Do you ever get up, look in the mirror, and think, “That can’t be accurate.”
• The older I get, the more I understand why roosters just scream to start their day.
• I enjoy telling the young folk that I was born back in the 1900s.