The Longest Day
I saw a golden glow to the west in the space between the evergreens. I grabbed my camera and hurried out the back door to capture the sunset. To the south over a neighboring farm and to the north over steel grain bins, wispy clouds glowed pink, creating a high canopy over the steel-blue line of another front moving in.
On this evening, one day past summer solstice–the longest day of the year–the sun had just dipped below the horizon. The clouds, far north in the western sky, were splashed gold and rose and azure.
In the northern hemisphere (where I live), each day will now be shorter, and the sun will seem to set farther south, until winter’s start in the cold, dark days before Christmas.
I have passed, unknowingly, my personal summer solstice, too. The number of days behind me outnumbers those ahead. I have a choice now to let this realization color my remaining years with sadness only or to leave room for the broad strokes of thankfulness. I want to say, with David, that my
my cup brims with blessing Psalm 23:5 MSG
I embrace the Biblical phrase “full of years” that was applied to Abraham, Job, and David. I hope to also be “full of years,” overflowing with experiences, friends, family–all manner of blessings. I want my death to be at a “good age,” regardless of the actual number of years. Imagine the joy of one day being “gathered to [your] people.”
Then Abraham breathed his last and died at a good old age, an old man and full of years; and he was gathered to his people. Genesis 25:8 NIV
I am becoming more content with the inevitable conclusion of life and the aging process, too, although I experience the typical fears:
illness of body and mind, debilitating disease, loneliness, and ostensibly outliving my usefulness. I need to remember this verse:
They will still bear fruit in old age,
they will stay fresh and green,
Psalm 92:14 NIV
The fruit may not be the same as it was when I was younger. It may not be of the same quantity, but as long as the tree or vine is alive, it can still yield a crop.
Until then I will rest in the arms of the One who carries me and sustains me. I will clutch these promises tight to my heart with age-spotted hands. I will walk outside with wind-blown, white-shot hair and watch the sunsets and thank God for blessings without number.
And I will praise Him for the final rescue, the rescue from death, in the never-ending Longest Day that is yet to come.
Even to your old age and gray hairs
I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.
Psalm 46:4 NIV
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