I dread the coming of winter a little more each year when the cold, snow, ice, shortened hours of daylight, and lengthened hours of dark loom. Now that I am in the winter of my life, I wonder how many dark days of challenges and isolation await me.

My mother, at 98, often asks, “Why am I still here?” Her body will not allow her to do all she used to do. She doesn’t see a purpose to her life. Even still, she continues to witness to her family the importance of regular worship and daily prayer.

My body often reminds me of my advanced age. God, who made me, promised to be with me, even carry me when my body is weak. He will sustain me, keeping me in the true saving faith that cannot be lost or taken from me.

Jesus came to rescue sinners. From his birth to his final “It is finished!” cry, his focus remained on his Father’s mission. I must also keep my eyes focused on Jesus, who is waiting with open arms to welcome me home. Until then, my purpose is to share that message of salvation with my children, grandchildren, and others.