Prime
When I was about 10 years old, my dad played in a baseball tournament for "old-timers." Of course looking back, my dad wasn't much older than I am now.
My memory of that day is fuzzy, but I remember plenty of dads who had no business being on the field. For whatever they might have been, they were past their prime.
Just recently, it dawned on me that I may well be passed my baseball prime (still have a hard time admitting it). I wake up with more stiff joints than before. My arm isn't what it used to be. I'm more out of breath after playing with the kids than I'd like.
I'm still taking that like everyone else: kicking and screaming. But at the very least, I have to admit my kids won't ever see me at my best.
On the one hand, that's just life. But on the other -- while it might be true, it's not the whole truth.
For me and for each of you, our bodies might not be what they were. Our kids might not see us at our physical best. We might be past our peak.
But, we have not peaked yet when it comes to being men, husbands, fathers, and followers of Christ. Here, we're not on the decline. We're on the up and up.
And whether you have no kids, young kids, or old kids, you're not past your prime. The best is yet to come.