Encouragement, Fall Color, Good News, Growing Older, Guidance

TRANSITIONS

 

The last day of September dawns brisk and bright,

Invigorating even the laziest soul.

Come outside, she calls.

Lift your face to the sun.

Feel the breeze on your cheek,

Stroll down the way.

Let me show you the subtle changes I bring

A hint of scarlet in the maple leaf,

Acorns scattered on the ground,

Pampas tossing shaggy heads,

All in time to an eternal rhythm.

Open your eyes to the infinite.

Listen for the heavenly strains.

Be present in the moment.

God will guide you into the next season.

 

I’m headed that way.

Won’t you join me?

 

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. 
They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over). He’s all I’ve got left.

Lamentations 3:22-24 MSG
Growing Older, Life Passages

WHAT IS OLD, ANYWAY?

Today, I’m celebrating one of those Big Birthdays–the 7oth anniversary of the day I was born. I’m embarking on a new decade of life. I have to admit the number is a little jolting to my eyes and ears. (Thank you very much for sending me that shocking card, Sandy S.)

70.

Seventy.

Seven-Zero.

I remember when I thought 70 was OLD.

How silly of me. I say silly because beyond the fact that I’ve learned a few more things about myself and this life, I don’t feel much different inside than I did in my 30s, 40s and so on.


However, I am sometimes taken aback when I look in the mirror and catch a glimpse of my mother in the reflection. I’d swear they put her picture on my new driver’s license last week. That’s not bad–she was cute. It’s just a bit surprising.


I’ll admit, every decade brings its challenges, but I’m blessed to be reasonably healthy and happily married to a wonderful man, and the mother and grandmother of a bunch of great guys and dolls. I’m loved by a large extended family and called friend by some very special folks. Because you’re reading this, you’re included somewhere in there.

Life is good. 

I want to embrace every single God-given moment of it joyfully. Shout hooray because I get to spend another day with Terry and the people I love.
 

On our 40th anniversary. In July I’ll celebrate
 42 years with this wonderful guy.



I get to feel the breeze on my face, see the sun paint the morning sky red, smell gardenias and rosemary, eat chocolate, drink good coffee, sing if I feel like it, read a little, write some words, talk with friends. I could go on and on, but you get my drift.

Even though my body betrays me a little more each year, I love my life. I’m optimistically  pushing back because I understand it’s the outside packaging that wears out or malfunctions, not the inner man. 

I hope I grow a little wiser, kinder and more grateful this year. I want to truly live right up to the second I step out of this “earth suit” into God’s next grand adventure. I’m looking forward to whatever comes next. 

Yes, I firmly believe I’ll meet my Maker one day and see loved ones who have gone on before me. But until that time, I love my life. 

I hope you love yours, too.

By the way, whatever number OLD is–and I’m not even sure OLD is a number–It’s not 70. 

Trust me. I know from experience.


This is the day the Lord has made;
We will rejoice and be glad in it. 

Psalm 118:24


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