We all have it. I don’t know exactly what it is called. This drive, this desire – more than desire – zeal – to learn to walk. I observe it now in my 1st grandchild. As I hold her in my lap she curls forward, straining. We laugh at her serious effort; at one so small attempting the, for now, impossible. She grunts and strains, not uncomfortably, but determined. I watch her eyes take in everything around her. I see her head move toward every noise.
My granddaughter yearns to move and eventually learn to walk. She has an internal zeal without even knowing exactly what she’s aiming for yet. She sometimes cries in frustration, but still, she doesn’t stop trying.
My daughter rises and responds to her baby’s cry even when she is exhausted because there is a purpose greater than her own physical comfort now. She loves this new life God has given her, and it shows in her willingness to get up and walk out each new day without knowing what it will hold. Sometimes she cries too, but still she responds.
And then there’s me. Grandparenting.
Do I yearn to move forward?
Have zeal to achieve a new goal?
Respond to the needs of others, forgetting my own comfort?
These are the questions in my mind as I consider what it means to live meaningfully during this next season of life.
This is the wisdom of aging. To have experienced these things and to understand…and to find ways to maintain the yearning, the zeal, and the goals. I’m still learning.
What propels YOU forward each day?