croneOut in the open wisdom calls aloud, she raises her voice in the public square; on top of the wall she cries out, at the city gate she makes her speech. Proverbs 1:20-21


How did I get here? Just yesterday, I was young and vibrant, an eager student of life sometimes not earning the best of grades. Suddenly, I am a “wise woman of a certain age.” My hard-earned lessons I now share with those younger than I, who seek me out because somehow they think I possess…wisdom! I’m nobody special. And yet when I look back on my life, I realize God has led me through some amazingly difficult times and He has brought me to a place now of pleasant boundaries. I no longer rage at life. I am content with my station most of the time. Do I actually have something to share with others?


It sometimes seems that my full-time job now is my health. I go to doctors more often than I go to lunch with friends. My medication cupboard looks like a small pharmacy. Why would anyone look to me for the meaning of life, unless it is because they fear this stage I’m in and wonder why I don’t. The phrase “old crone” conjures up images of a crotchety wrinkle bag who lures children into her cottage to stuff them in her oven. But Lady Wisdom described in Proverbs 1 is just such a crone (pronounced without an “e” on the end): a deeply spiritual and learned woman whose advice is life-giving and not to be ignored. I could be her, with God’s help.


I thank God that I am still alive and kicking and causing a bit of a stir. And in the wise words of Solomon, I am thankful “for gaining wisdom and instruction; for understanding words of insight; for receiving instruction in prudent behavior, (and for) doing what is right and just and fair” (Proverbs 1:2-3). This “wisdom” is a pretty good reward for the years I spent seeking God’s face and doing my best to walk humbly in His ways.


All Knowing God, thank You for the years You have given me so far, and for those yet to come. Help me use whatever time I have left to serve You in whatever ways You direct. Amen

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s