Winter Sunrise

I turned 50 this year, and I feel like a switch flipped. I am realizing that I am running down to the end of the "prime of my life." I am a lot closer to to the steep slope downward. Who knows how long I have left? A decade or two or three or a day, an hour? As I had my quiet time the other morning and watched the sun rise over frosted grass and rooftops, I thought of how I love winter and how a winter sunrise if truly where I am in life right now. The redish pink glow peeking between bare tree branches... the sparkle of frost on windshields twinkling in the early light... It all pointed my heart to this stage of life. I am no longer "young." I am among the seasoned and older moms at church. And, I am curious. What does this season hold? My "babies" will marry and have babies of their own. I have only one and half years left to call myself a "homeschool mom." I have no great wisdom on this subject. I am just taking note of the fact that I have arrived at the beginning of the end. So each morning as the sunrises, I see it and thank God for the gracious gift of another day. I get to be a mom today. I have a full house of kids today. I have the most wonderful husband to love today.