By Elizabeth Prata
Aging isn’t easy. I’m entering my 60th year of age. My teeth are crumbling, my joints are aching, arthritis is thriving, my hair is graying, and my eyes are weakening. Yet my faith given by Jesus is growing, the Light is nearer, and the life He sustains is sweeter every day. I’ve had an immensely great year. I choose to overlook the inconveniences and difficulties, and instead praise the providential care of my God, given through my church, my colleagues at work, my friends, and likely His ministering angels.
In photography, the hour after sunrise and the hour before sunset are called Golden Hour. It’s because the sun’s lowness makes its light appear golden and it imbues everything it streams over as gold, too. See:
It’s so pretty! That is an unfiltered photo. Just stood outside my door and snapped the backyard.
Someday, every minute of our eternal believing lives will be golden hour. In the New Jerusalem, where believers’ citizenship is, we see that
And the city has no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and its lamp is the Lamb. (Revelation 21:23).
I choose to view my life on earth as a Golden Hour, and when I get there I won’t have to work at seeing it that way, I’ll experience that it IS. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know who holds my future, no matter how long or short on earth it may be. It’s all golden.
Happy New Year 2020.