Monday, January 7, 2013

Too Late?

"When Enoch was 65 years old, he became the father of Methuselah. After the birth of Methuselah, Enoch lived in close fellowship with God for another 300 years...Then one day he disappeared, because God took him."
Genesis 5: 21-24

 We walked quickly from the choir loft, eager to settle into our customary seats (Does anyone do that - sit in the exact same seat every week?). I am always in a hurry- not wanting to miss any part of the sermon.

I slid into my seat, picked up my tattered NLT and listened as he began to read through Hebrews 11 - the great faith chapter. The list of the giants of faith is familiar to me.....but there is always something new the Holy Spirit wants to whisper into listening ears.

Our Pastor pointed out that all of these "giants" were ordinary people. Consider Enoch - he didn't' t begin to walk closely with the Lord until he was 65. It was after the birth of Methuselah. It was as though someone had turned up the volume. I could hardly think about anything else. This man who walked so closely with God he didn't see death didn't begin that walk until he was a senior citizen.

The words came like a gentle arm around my shoulders. I have been feeling the weight of my years. Not in the usual way of bemoaning wrinkles and lines. I have come to terms with them (although I confess I sometimes wonder who the elderly lady in the mirror is.).

No, it isn't the physical. It is the wondering what I have done with this one life I have been given. Have I laid up treasure that cannot become ashes at my feet.? Have I been all He created me to be? And if I haven't, is it too late?

Enoch' s story says, "No; never too late in God' s kingdom.  He specializes in New beginnings."

And so I carefully, prayerfully consider the days recorded for me - longing to live them well. Not knowing exactly where that will lead. Knowing I am His.



  1. Such a good reminder ... it is never too late.

  2. And me? I'm certain you are living those days well, attuned to His voice!

  3. Starting to count the few years that, at best, can possibly be left. And it is looking fairly short. It is good to have a reminder that it is never to late...

    Love to you

  4. I'm your age, Linda. I totally understand your thoughts. (I do hate these wrinkles, though.) The other day I was telling my son how I have SO much wood, hay, and stubble. He reminded me how it's going to be burned up. Well, I've always worried about if I'm going to have anything left??? I am not sure of my motives. He then reminded me burned up is not ALL bad. Remember He casts our sins as far as the East is from the West and REMEMBERS THEM NO MORE. Still, I want my motives for serving God and others to be pure. I just seem to enjoy praise for myself so much.

  5. Thank you, Linda, for this wonderful reminder! It is never to late. What you said reminded me that I need to be living for God right now, at this very moment. I want my days to bring honor and glory to our Lord.

    Again, thank you, my friend, for this wonderful post!

    Hugs to you,

  6. The Bible has so much to encourage believers that it's never too late to serve the Lord! Thanks for sharing this comforting and uplifting word!

  7. I'm afraid wood, hay and stuble fit me because of my shyness. And yes, we do usually sit on the same seat every Sunday; but then, so does everyone else.

  8. Wonderful, Linda. btw I love this latest photo of you---the soft pink is a good color for you and your beautiful smile is really evident.:>)
    I subscribe to More magazine. It's specifically for women 40 and older. Many of the stories feature women starting new careers or becoming involved in missions or something else, etc. at a 'late' age--I get a whole new perspective from it. But I like how you've shown me the scriptural basis for it. Thank you!

  9. OH yes... longing to live them well! Beautifully said. Love your sweet photo! xo