Oh Lord, Keep Me From Getting Silent

If there’s anything worse than an overly talkative woman, it’s an overly silent one.

In a few weeks I will turn 35 years old. If I live to be 70, that means I am about to become officially middle-aged.

Wow.

As much as I don’t look forward to wrinkles and cellulite, I am actually looking forward to having the right to be considered “experienced.”

I know many ladies refuse to be called “old,” but to me it almost sounds exciting. At least it suggests that I’ve made it through the many gauntlets of youth – things like:

•  figuring out breastfeeding,

•  having no one take you seriously because “you’re just a kid,”

•  going through the challenges of keeping house with children,

•  and fearing the worst about EVERYTHING because you haven’t yet experienced the unspeakably wonderful faithfulness of God much yet.

God has answered SO many prayers and performed SO many miracles, the prospect of getting old almost has me giddy with anticipation.

When I remember the vast horde of questions that I have had, it impresses on me the seriousness of God’s command to older women to pass on experience to the younger ones coming behind.

The older I get, the more scared I am to attempt to teach anyone because I realize how very little I really know. Still, God’s directive stands.

“The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.”

Although I have no illusions that I have mastered, well, anything, I understand that there are younger women who need even the imperfect, incomplete wisdom that I have accumulated. If all of us older women share what we have and stop fretting over what we lack, the future will be bright for our daughters and descendants. 

That’s why I am going to attempt to share more of the things God has taught me on this blog.

He really has given me so much to share – from plucking chickens to paring down kids’ wardrobes, from how to teach kids the Bible to how to teach kids to read, I would hate to have gone through so much angst in the pursuit of all this knowledge to have it die out with me.

Even if my daughters are the only ones who ever read this blog, if they do, it’s all good.

Maybe God will bless me, in turn, with older women to teach me the billions of things I still need to know.

Like how to survive the teenage years…

how to handle sibling rivalry…

how to make a schedule and stick with it longer than a couple days…

how to make my whole wheat bread turn out nice and fluffy…

how to get red Sharpie off of walls…

and carpets…

Give and it shall be given unto you. My new goal, with this blog, is to give the little I have to bless those coming along behind, even if it’s only a few people. God will send those who need to read it; my job is simply to share it.

Lord, keep me from being silent!

…a time to keep silence, and a time to speak…

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3 thoughts on “Oh Lord, Keep Me From Getting Silent

  1. I agreed with you! Old age, middle age-whatever you want to call it, is truly a gift from God. Most people refuse to accept that aging is simply a natural phase of life. And there is something to be learned from every stage. How odd would it be if we ALL stayed young forever?

    That’s one of the reasons I never dye my hair. I’m thankful to the Lord for the highlights he’s given me as well as the days he’s allowed me to see.

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