Take the quiz here — http://www.deathforecast.com/ –and then come back and tell me about it.
Okay, I have to say I HATE the name of the link and the quiz–I’d prefer the opposite approach, as you can tell from my post title. But this little quiz is based on statistics, and can give you a fairly good estimate of how long you can expect to live–unless you meet with an unexpected accident or incident, of course.
According to that quiz, I should live to the ripe old age of 88 . . . and I really was planning on getting to ninety, if the Lord tarries. My grandmother lived to 94, so maybe if I lose a few of these extra pounds, I can go as long as she did. Then again, she suffered from dementia at the end, so I’m not sure I’d want to live that long if I couldn’t write or recognize my loved ones.
Thinking about this makes me very glad that the Lord controls our lives. Scripture tells us that he has recorded every day of our lives in his book, so He knows far better than any quiz exactly how many days I have remaining. And as his child, it’s my job simply to live each day in obedience.
I think we’re supposed to be good stewards of our time and our bodies–doing what we can to remain healthy and refraining from stepping out into moving traffic. But God is also sovereign, so he holds my life in the palm of his hand, particularly in regard to events I cannot control.
All of this reminds me that I need to order Nora Ephron’s new book about aging . . . the title is something like “Sorry About My Neck” or “I Wish I had My Neck.” I hear that in it she tells young women to put on a bikini and not take it off until they hit thirty-four . . . LOL!
Aging with humor. I love it. Aging with grace is even better.