Last weekend I saw with my own eyes what I have written about in my last few blog entries: mature followers of Jesus who have matured into children of their Father.
I had the opportunity to sit with a group of women who have – how should I put it? – lived more years than I. We were listening to one another share where God is at work in our hearts and souls and as I listened to these women I was struck and overwhelmed by the beauty of what I was seeing with my own eyes and hearing with my own ears. Here were very accomplished, successful, mature women who have achieved a great deal in their lives … and as they shared their voices and eyes were those of young children who simply loved their Father in Heaven.
It truly was a holy moment. And a holy invitation to keep growing younger as I grow older.
