Psalm 37:25 I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.
My mother was born on September 1, 1920 which means she turns 94 on her birthday. Residing in a long-term care facility now, she is meeting the challenges of this stage of life with courage and grace. When her birthday roles around I often think of her as she turned nineteen that day in 1939, an elementary education major preparing to return to Shippensburg State Teachers College, waking to the news that Hitler had invaded Poland. In her lifetime she has seen the Great Depression, the Second World War, the Civil Rights Movement, men on the moon, and the Rise and Fall of the Iron Curtain. She followed her husband’s job with her young daughter from a small town in Central Pennsylvania to the big city life of Philadelphia and, after my birth, joined so many of her generation in purchasing a house in the suburbs where she took root and built a home. She has passed on to her son a love of learning, a love of music, a value for faithfulness, and a trust in God. I encountered the above verse in the church where she took me as a child and, while I never heard her quote it, she is a testimony to it. All our summers draw to a close- where have you experienced God’s continuing care in your life?