Whether they cried from the lonely prison of their homes or in dungeons, my God is the same who comforted women through the ages. When I die I want my soul to experience the comfort of the arms of this God who knows and loves my soul. 

More than things that are trendy, ageing has given me an appreciation for my soul. I want classic tried and true intimacy with God. I just do not want human connectedness only. I want to experience my ‘soul mate’, that is my Saviour. The true realisation is that any version of deeper life apart from God will not satisfy me. My soul is created to be with God, I am incomplete without him.

Meditation is waiting and taking time to let God love you – Listening (Taking time to hear God).

How does meditation help us deal with old age? Well, meditation helps because it grounds you in your experience at this moment. Over time, if you meditate regularly, that  is kind of one of the deepest transformations and lessons. 

There is a lot more regret and worry as you get older; that is why meditation can really help. It changes your brain, really. You start to have that sense of being here and being rooted in what is going on right now as your primary reality, rather than, “I wish I had done this when I was younger,” or “What’s going to happen in five years?” All that mental static is why we can’t enjoy our old age. 

He gives us eternality and individuality with a strong capacity for both corruption and holiness. Finally God creates a wonder, the jewel of creation, the apex of his genius. This God who holds my soul so dear is a creator God.

I want my spirit to be deeply connected with laughing. Like so much so to partnering with “wrinkled Sarah’s” by gifting her hearts deepest, a son, a blessing. I want the same God to form my laughter, my old age surprises, and my blessings.