I have inherited Your testimonies forever, For they are the joy of my heart.
I turned fifty a few weeks ago and I hated it! I fought it even but here I am anyway. God has reminded me over the past few weeks that I shouldn’t hate this milestone but celebrate every day of it. God gave me those days and they are to be adored.
I had a friend share with me that her sewing machine wasn’t working properly and I passed on the name of a repair man that my mother in law uses. I remembered sitting with my grandmother at her machine and the things she taught me. I fixed her machine for her on more than one occasion when her eye sight was getting worse. You see when I was growing up, we didn’t have a lot and so when you did acquire things like a new washer or sewing machine or car even, you had to have a basic knowledge of how to use them, care for them and fix them if they stopped working properly. As a matter of fact, growing up I had no idea you could hire people to fix things for you because if my dad couldn’t fix it, it probably couldn’t be fixed and if it couldn’t be fixed, you had to manage without until you could replace whatever it was. I don’t think I ever really appreciated my dad for that until I realized my dad passed some of that on to me. In my youth I probably hated that we didn’t have money, I mean I could have inherited money, right? But I think God had a better plan, God gave me a teachable spirit, a resilience, and a desire to learn. It may have taken me 50 years, but I am very thankful for my heritage, His testimony, for it is the joy of my heart.