I was young once . . . to all my female friends from 60 years and up... most of us are going through the next phase of our lives. We're at that age where we see more and more wrinkles appear each day, gray hair and extra pounds.
Menopause is now a distant memory, and I am grateful for that! We see the cute 25-year-olds and reminisce. But we were also 25, just as they will one day be our age. What they bring to the table with their youth and zest, we bring our wisdom and experience.
We have raised families, run households, paid the bills, dealt with diseases, betrayal, sadness and everything else life has assigned us. We are survivors... we are warriors in the quiet... we are women...like a classic car or a fine wine.
Even if our bodies may not be what they once were, they carry our souls, our courage and our strength. We shall all enter this chapter of our lives with humility, grace and pride over everything we have been through and should never feel bad about getting older.
I learned from my reading last week of Moses 1 that our divine worth is infinite and never changes. Our Heavenly Father loves us regardless of what we look like or how old we are. It's a privilege that is denied to so many.
