Age is a Blessing

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on how lucky we are to grow older.

In today’s world, people are taught to hide their age, like getting older is something shameful. We celebrate youth, we idolize staying young forever, and somewhere along the way, we forgot what a huge blessing it is to simply still be here.

I hate that people feel like they have to whisper their age. Like it's something to hide.

When really it’s a beautiful thing. Every year around the sun is a gift. Every wrinkle, every gray hair, every line etched into our face is proof of life and proof that we’ve loved, endured, laughed, cried, and survived.

The Bible often intertwines celebration and blessing. Throughout Scripture, celebrations weren’t just parties for the sake of partying, they were sacred acknowledgments of God’s goodness. A harvest safely gathered, a new season beginning, a life being born. They understood that celebration was thanksgiving. It was recognizing that life itself was a blessing worth honoring.

That’s how I think we should see aging.

Not as something to keep hidden, but as something sacred to celebrate. A life still unfolding. A story still being written.

I think of my dad, who passed away in 2021 after a long fight with cancer. He lived into his 60th year, and even though I’m thankful for the time we had, it still feels too short. He never even got to meet my wonderful husband.

I think of my uncle, who died tragically in his twenties with his whole life ahead of him. I never even got to meet him.

And I think of the babies, like my daughter Eden, who never even got the chance to open their eyes.

Not everyone gets the blessing of growing old. Not everyone gets to watch the years pass, to stack up decades of memories, to watch their hands wrinkle with time. Some people only get a few short years or even just a few short breaths.

When you see life through that lens, you realize:

It is a privilege to age.

It is a gift to live long enough to see your hair turn gray and your skin crease with stories.

It is a blessing to have a body that has carried you through seasons of joy, sorrow, growth, and grace.

Proverbs says, “Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness” (Proverbs 16:31).

It’s not something to erase, it’s something to wear proudly.

Growing older is not a burden.

It is not something shameful.

It is one of the greatest blessings we are ever given.

So I hope we stop whispering our ages and start sharing them with proudly.

I hope we stop chasing a false version of youth and start embracing the beautiful truth of time.

And I hope we realize just how sacred each passing year truly is.

Because every day we are given is another reason to celebrate.