My daughter was sharing something that happened with me the other day and one phrase was, “and this little old lady”.

“Little old lady,” I interrupted, laughing. “That’s me. I am your little old lady.” I don’t think she realized I qualified even though I have been retired almost 10 years. I said, “Yes, when they talk about elderly parents, that’s me.”

I don’t mind growing old. I just pray I will not become a crotchety old person, but one who has learned to roll with life’s punches and still reflect the joy of Jesus.