Being older then her and been through some serious surgeries in the past couple of years I could identify with her. So, I said, do you have one of those pill boxes? Of course, she said, I have one pill I can't seem to remember to take without a pill box.
By that time my mind was running backwards to our visit with my daughter who is 43 and work circles around me. We ran somewhere almost every day so I got pretty wore out and so did she, but there is a difference in a 74 women being worn out and a 44 women being worn out. She snap back and ready to run the next day, I, on the other hand needed a day to rest before we did our next run.
Our daughter also has a pill box but it only has a couple of pills in it but our 39 year old son does not have a pill box. Somewhere between those two ages of 39 and 43 is when I bought my first pill container.
Slowly but surely as I aged I added more meds which meant a larger pill box, and if I remember right I wore my first back brace, insoles in my shoes for the back, and those dreaded elastic stocking for circulations in my 50s. Then came artificial lenses in my eyes to replace eye glasses. false teeth to replace bad teeth and a couple of minor surgeries.
Even more quickly in my late 60's came a couple of major surgeries which meant my bigger pill box was getting fuller. I graduated from using a cane and wheelchair to a brand new knee which set off the alarm at the airport security that I could at least walk through.
There is something encouraging and discouraging to be with women close to my age for we never run out of things to talk about as we compare what's new in our health. It takes, on purpose, finding something more exciting to talk about then our ailments to get us out of the discouraging aging part.
Gradually we get around to talking about last week sermon and what we gleamed from it. We put our pillbox talk aside and it's not long we are back to being encouraged in the Lord and finding the power to rise above all that aging brings. We start to use the wisdom learned from years of being in the Word, walking with the Creator of the universe and by the time we have ended our day we go back home encouraged.
Even with the frailness of my health and despite the amount of pills needed to keep my body running I know where my journey ends up and there is no dread of the end. I don't know who developed the pill box but I am grateful for it.
Isn't that where contentment come from. Being grateful to have lived a full life, not a perfect life but a full one. At 74 I have no need for anymore adventure, I don't yearn for much anymore except to be near our children and grandchildren. Despite our age we are not ready to retire from our ministry. God is still using us. In about an hour we meet up with single gal home from Indonesia, we are excited to hear how her journey is going. Our health has ended our serving overseas but here in American there is a pill box in every store just waiting to be filled up with meds to help us stay serving him in an active way.
How many of you use a pill box?