Sunday, March 14, 2010

The OWC

Do you get a little inward shudder when you read the words, "older women?" I never thought I would, but I do.

From my teen years well into my thirties I always wanted to look older. When I was a mother with 4 small children, people often thought I was their babysitter. I guess I should have taken this as a compliment but I didn't. I wanted to appear appropriately mature for the role and responsibilities that were mine. The last thing I wanted was to look like a teenager!!

I've learned that I must be careful what I wish for! My hair began greying in my early forties and now I am completely grey (or silver, as one son describes it: a silver crown).

It is time for me to recognize I have joined the OWC (Older Women Club). I do not mind "looking" old. What makes me drop to my knees is the attending responsibilities of membership in this time honored society of seasoned womanhood (but more on that in future posts). For now I want to ask you how you feel about the OWC?

Are you frightened by the thought of belonging to, or someday becoming a member of the OWC? If so, what do you fear?

Might it be the loss of youthful beauty: skin tone, muscle tone, loss of hair color? I find it interesting that where hair pigmentation is lost, skin color deepens, as spots appear and veins show through (the same son who told me I have a silver crown also affectionately said my hands look like raw turkey skin). I also am finding that hair thins where there should be hair, and it grows where it shouldn't!!

Might it be physical weakness or forgetfulness, or a host of age related infirmities? I can put a check mark by each of these.

Might it be the sense of loneliness that can come with aging, as the house is quieter and cleaner and you face empty nesting and the likelihood of becoming widowed.

Might it be a fear of feeling useless?

Might it be a fear of financial insecurity?

Might it be a fear of dying? not death itself, but the process of our "outer nature wasting away" (2 Cor. 4:16).

My dear sisters in Christ, we need not fear. The same God who led Sarah on a journey into the unknown with Abraham, and provided for Naomi in her old age and blessed elderly Anna for her service in the temple, is the same God we serve. These women were not very much different than we are. They were tempted to fear just as we are. Surely Sarah worried about giving birth in her 90s, and surely the widows in the early church wondered where their next meal was coming from. But God was with them and God provided for them.

Proverbs 31:25b tells us that the woman who fears the Lord, "laughs at the time to come." How can older women laugh at the time to come? It is by having a rock solid understanding of God's sovereign and personal care of us (Isaiah 43:1-3b). It is in reminding ourselves of all what Christ accomplished for us on the cross (He who did not spare His own Son, how will he not freely give us all things? [Romans 8:32]). And after that, by living according to His purpose for us. It is in the humble faith-filled living out of Proverbs 31, Titus 2, 1 Timothy 5, 1 Peter 3, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John through Revelation, we are promised the presence, protection and provision of God.

This is where we will find eternal meaning and a present fulfillment for our lives as older women.

Will you join the OWC? or at least learn what it is about? I feel humbled and honored that God would call me to join the ranks with charter members such as Sarah, Naomi, Anna, Eunice, Lois and the godly women still alive who are faithfully and humbly keeping their membership active. I hope you do as well.

Next week: membership age requirements!!

8 comments:

Mrs. David Hankins said...

I'm looking forward to being part of the OWC in some ways...specifically, growing in wisdom and discernment and hopefully, humility by the grace of God. I love serving my family and nurturing my children, but also look forward to the days when I will have more freedom to serve and bless others within the church and community.

Anonymous said...

At this point in my life, what scares me about OWC is not so much the changes ahead as wondering if I'll have made any changes behind me. What I mean is that at 30 years old, I will wake up in the same bedroom I moved into when I turned 6. In another 24 years, will I still be here? I always disliked, practically hated, change, but now, I hear you say the house that's cleaner (fewer children to make messes?) and think... what a beautiful time of life, to see one part completed well, another part starting. This is probably the rose-colored glasses of 30 talking, but you've accomplished something, something women like me can come to you to learn about. -LP

Sharon said...

WELL...being the youngest of 4 siblings I was used to being the "baby". This "baby" is now part of the OWC. As much as I may dislike the graying hair and the spots on my hands, I would never give up the wisdom this hair and these hands have afforded me.
I have grown in TFC from a young(ish) mother to a grandmother who is now sometimes babysitting for a young mom in the church. And while many years have passed they have passed slowly, and were and are filled with the grace of a loving Father God.
I don't think I would give that up for all the youthful skin in the world.

DShorey said...
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DShorey said...

I hate to bother you with a comment on a woman's blog, (If that's not something that happens here) but mom I must say I meant the turkey skin comment in the nicest possible way ;)

Gayline said...

David, I guess a 5 year old boy would think that was a compliment. You did seem impressed with how cool my hands looked.

Sharon, I'll say "AMEN" to your comment.

Elizabeth and LP, there is much ahead for you two. Stay faithful, depending completely on God's perfect will for you and you will someday join the OWC. It won't matter if you are single, widowed divorced or grandchildren(less). God uses us all.

Anonymous said...

Hmmmm...OWC? I'm not to sure about that.
O...W...C? Still pondering that..

I turned 50 last year and I've probably mentioned my age this year as often as I mentioned it during my 20th year. It most definitely felt like a mile stone and I felt good about having arrived here.

My hair had 3-5 strands of gray up until that point and then, voila!! All of a sudden, quite a few more have extablished themselves firmly on my crown.

I'm bumpier, lumpier and softer than I have ever been in my life and that in itself is a huge adjustment.

Hmmm....OWC? I'm thinking Older Woman Something else rather than Club.

This past year I am more aware of my frailties and weaknesses than ever before. I find that I care less about what people think of them and therefore spend less time, energy and resources trying to cover them up.

As good as I may have felt about arriving at 50 I am keenly and profoundly aware of the trail of tears behind me, and I am so very thankful to have them behind me as a constant reminder of the faithfulness of God.

I've had seasons of weeping, heartache and heartbreak which, at the times they occured, I was sure I couldn't live through...and yet, here I am in the... OW________

Gayline, I had the opposite problem in my teens and twenties, as people often thought I looked older than I was.
At 50 I have the opposite problem again, and as such, I'm often amused by people's reactions when I tell them I'm 50 cuz they think I'm younger. Every once in a while I suggest to someone that perhaps a visit to their eye doctor would be in order.

Anyway, dear sister, you have given me something to ponder.
I don't feel much fear about the coming on age, but I do find that I am more aware of how bonded, connected and dependent on my husband I am, and that fact alone sometimes brings tears. Tears of joy. There is deep a deep and satisfying comfort that comes from abiding in love and I wouldn't take a step backwards for anything in the world...
Well, maybe if I could just have the thighs of my twenties...Nah!!
It is what it is!!
sdpaul

Amy said...

There are times I feel very old, especially when your little one tells you that you are old. hahaha I turned 40 this August and wasn't happy. I'm looking forward to the cleaner and quieter house, but I'm sure I will miss the mess and noise too.

Parts of my life are over and the teenage yrs are knocking at the door. Life I'm sure will be interesting.

 
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