Being 50, and Being 60

Just thinking…..

I turned 60 this month. And I’ve been thinking about this new decade that I am entering and comparing it to my last decade of being 50. What shape am I in?

Here’s what I am mulling over:

1. Physical shape: weight gained or lost, health-wise, aches and pains, energy level, flexibility, etc.
2. Mental shape: being sharp and quick, forgetfulness, fogginess, learning new things, goals, challenges, etc.
3. Emotional shape: feelings, emotions, new loves, hates, and worries, humor, stress, etc.
4. Spiritual shape: peace and joy quota, closer walk with God, more dependence on God, learning, meditating, prayer and Bible study amounts, etc.
5. Financial shape: debt, savings, retirement, spending patterns, etc.
6. My place in the world: Are my relationships changing? Where do I want to be at the end of this decade? What do I want to have accomplished?

I’m still working on my list, but here are some insights:

1. Physically, I’m probably in better shape now than I was in my 50s. I take time to get decent rest, whereas in my 50s I was still too caught up in my job. My weight has stabilized. It’s a little more than what I want to weight, but the doctor says I’m OK. I have a pretty high energy level most of the time, and have regained the flexibility I lost. This is due for the most part of going to Curves. I am more serious about my diet now, working in more low-carb foods and more high fiber foods. Aches and pains: not bad. I think I have a bit of arthritis in my hips which acts up sometimes when the weather changes, but it’s nothing to complain about. My hearing is going, but I still don’t have to wear glasses or contacts.
2. Mentally, I have to work a little harder to stay sharp. I find that I must force myself to concentrate more. But I still spend a lot of time thinking (like this posting!), and reading, and discussing. I still enjoy games that make me stratagize and plot. And I still love to write. I think that still being in the teaching field helps with mental alertness. But…. I am more forgetful than I was in my 50s. I have to make more notes to myself, and keep a detailed calendar. Is this due to aging, or just that I am getting busier?
3. Emotionally, I have mellowed. Having kids at home, holding a full time job, and all the rest of life put me on edge more than once. The real mellowness came after I retired, and the real stress came just before I retired. I was trying to make the right decision then, and it wasn’t easy. The passage of years has shown me that I don’t need to worry as much. And the passage of hormones have ensured that!! LOL!!
4. Spiritually, I am about the same, I think. I’ll have to give this more thought. I have definitely learned more in this area, but am not sure that it has made me more spiritual. I have learned some spiritual truths in a deeper way. I have learned so much more about God’s exquisite timing and how He keeps His promises. I’m still a work in progress on increasing my obedience.
5. Financially, we are better off now than when I was in my 50s. We had no debt then, and no debt now, so that part isn’t different. But having no kids at home has given us more money! Retiring and then working part time jobs has been a good financial step for us. We made some investment decisions that turned out to be good, at least so far. At the moment, we are not hurting for money, but on the other hand, we still have to be careful and plan ahead for things like vacation, or major purchases. I learned to be more frugal in spending and usage. I really think my attitude towards “things” has changed tremendously. I’ve not ever been materialistic, but now I look at things, and think of how I am more of a servant to them than they are to me.
6. My place in the world: My love for Hubby is deeper and richer than ever before. I am finding him day by day to be more handsome and fascinating. It’s a delight to be married to him! My relationship with my son has come to a more mature level and that’s a breath of fresh air! Ten years ago, I had no grandchildren, and now I have three. I find my place as a grandmother to be deeply satisfying, and I take great pleasure in them. I am still a daughter, but my relationship with my parents has changed quite a bit. In my early 50s, Mom and Dad were still quite active. But in the last 10 years, their health has gone downhill, and I find myself making more trips home to care for things, and we find ourselves talking about what to do with the farm when they pass on, etc. On another note, my place in the world as a teacher changed. I loved teaching and was wrapped up in it. So it was hard to retire and not consider myself as a teacher any longer. Working part time now as a teacher has helped me with this transition. I think that in 5 years or so, I might be able to give it up completely.

At the end of this decade, I will probably be an orphan, might be a widow, will more than likely be completely retired, will more than likely experience a physical slow down. I don’t like to think of it, but that’s reality. So I had best adopt carpe deim!

Father, allow me to count my days, and to cherish them. Allow me to honor and glorify You with the passing of each day. Thank You for the privilege of life and for those You put into my life. It’s been wonderful.

To God be the glory……

Published in: on April 29, 2009 at 3:49 pm  Leave a Comment  

My Spiritual Resume

Just thinking…….

1 Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord. For me to write the same things to you is not tedious, but for you it is safe. 2 Beware of dogs, beware of evil workers, beware of the mutilation! 3 For we are the circumcision, who worship God in the Spirit, rejoice in Christ Jesus, and have no confidence in the flesh, 4 though I also might have confidence in the flesh. If anyone else thinks he may have confidence in the flesh, I more so: 5 circumcised the eighth day, of the stock of Israel, of the tribe of Benjamin, a Hebrew of the Hebrews; concerning the law, a Pharisee; 6 concerning zeal, persecuting the church; concerning the righteousness which is in the law, blameless.
7 But what things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ. 8 Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ 9 and be found in Him, not having my own righteousness, which is from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which is from God by faith; 10 that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death, 11 if, by any means, I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.

The above, from Phil. 3: 1-11, was our text this morning. The pastor brought out several good points, but the one that I kept mulling over was Paul’s resume. I had never looked at verses 5 and 6 like this before. Yet it made perfect sense. These two verses contain Paul’s spiritual resume.

The pastor showed how the list is broken into two parts: first, what Paul had no choice over, and second, what Paul chose.

Here’s the list of what Paul had no choice over:
1. Circumcised on the 8th day
2. An Israelite
3. Of the tribe of Benjamin
4. A full blooded Hebrew, born to two full blooded Hebrews

Paul took pride in this religious heritage and lineage. But of course he later says that it counts for nothing.

Here’s the list of what Paul did choose:
1. He chose to memorize the law (first 5 OT books) and be a Pharisee.
2. He chose to be zealous and persecute the church.
3. He chose to live his life with legal righteousness (which meant keeping over 600 OT laws), and says that he never broke one of them.

Paul also had a great deal of pride from his choices. And again, he came to the point of realizing that it was nothing. So it didn’t matter how he was born, what he inherited, or what he did. He had to learn that all he needed was Christ. Christ alone. Not Christ plus circumcision. Not Christ plus his Hebrew upbringing and blood. Not Christ plus zeal and passion and deeds. Just Christ alone.

This started me thinking about my own spiritual resume. I was born to Christian parents and had Christian grandparents, but that did not make me Christian. I was taken to church on a regular basis, but that did not make me a Christian. I went to VBS and Sunday School and youth group, but that did not make me a Christian. I memorized John 3:16, but that did not make me a Christian. I sang in the choir, but that did not make me a Christian. It wasn’t until I reached the point of seeing that I needed Christ alone that I turned solely to Him.

Now I have to be careful of not adding to Christ. It’s not Christ plus dressing in a certain style. It’s not Christ plus so many days in Church. It’s not Christ plus giving so much money. James cautions us that we show our faith through our works, but my faith does not come about because of my works. It’s Christ alone and first.

I remember as a child thinking that I wished my dad was a preacher. I thought, “If only he was a preacher, then I would automatically go to heaven!” Of course, I had it all mixed up, but that really wasn’t so different from Paul, was it? Paul was relying on his heritage and his accomplishments to save him before his eyes were opened.

Imagine: I die and go to Heaven. God asks to see my resume. I hand Him my list: Christian parents, went to church, memorized Bible verses, blahblahblah……. God sorrowfully hands it back to me and says that I am not qualified.

Imagine: I die and go to Heaven. God asks to see my resume. I hand Him my list: Jesus Christ. And God welcomes me to Heaven. It’s a short resume, but filled with power, the power of everlasting life.

Father, let me not forget my spiritual heritage and let me continue to give thanks for my Christian family. Let me not stop doing my ministries. But let me never rely on those as my salvation. Thank You for the gift of Jesus who alone died, alone rose, alone forgave me, alone saved me. Amen.

To God be the glory……….

Feeling Sad for Another

Just thinking…….

I was thinking today of a young man I know, and feeling very sad for him. He has no friends; in fact, he has never had a friend. Never. He has family and he has acquaintances. But no friends.

He is very judgmental and criticizing, and says that he is this way because he knows that his comments will help others. But the others do not take his words this way. He doesn’t understand how much he hurts people, possibly because of his lack of relationships.

He cannot carry on conversations well. He doesn’t know how to start conversations, how to steer conversations, or how to end them well. He just blurts in his blunt statements, and then wonders why others walk away. He does not even know how to make a casual greeting to other people.

He complains that people do not honor him or respect him. But he is crippled in his people skills.

I have seen this young man grow up, and I have seen so many admirable traits that he has. He is a hard worker and is honest. He wants to do well and has lofty goals. But I fear for his future.

How sad to see potential and know that most likely it will never be actual. I have determined to just continue being a friend, as much as possible. Perhaps it would be more correct to say that I will continue being friendly, since I don’t think he understands the concept of friend and would not understand the concept of being a friend.

I need strength to do this. Father, keep my thinking clear. Give me Your strength to reach out and not just react. Guard my words and actions so that I honor You. I ask for Your understanding and discernment.

To God be the glory………

Published in: on April 23, 2009 at 2:43 am  Leave a Comment  

Via Dolorosa…. Last Night

Just thinking….

The Hubs and I did something last night that I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. Our little community holds a walk on Good Friday….. a 2 hour silent walk through the town with stops to sing and pray and read Scripture recalling the passion of Jesus. I thought of this song while we were walking:

Down the Via Dolorosa in Jerusalem that day
The soldiers tried to clear the narrow street
But the crowd pressed in to see
The Man condemned to die on Calvary

He was bleeding from a beating, there were stripes upon His back
And He wore a crown of thorns upon His head
And He bore with every step
The scorn of those who cried out for His death

Down the Via Dolorosa called the way of suffering
Like a lamb came the Messiah, Christ the King,
But He chose to walk that road out of
His love for you and me.
Down the Via Dolorosa, all the way to Calvary.
The blood that would cleanse the souls of all men
Made its way through the heart of Jerusalem.

I’m sure the walk was different for every person there. A local politician, a lawyer, some teachers, a real estate agent and auctioneer, black and white, babies in arms and strollers, crippled elderly, unusually subdued teens, families, factory workers, farmers, shop keepers, waitresses, pastors, street workers, unemployed, the mayor, Catholic, Baptist, Lutheran, Methodist, Assembly, Independent Christian, liberal and conservative: the walk was taken by about 300 assorted images of humanity.

Why were they there? Were they told to show up? Was it for gain? To be seen? Curiosity? Holiness? Not only were we a varied group, but our motives were probably just as varied. I can probably rule out walking for the fun of it, though. The evening was cold, damp, raw, windy. The route was not a smooth street. I doubt anyone was there for a pleasant stroll and exercise. I came for the experience, and came away in awe, in tears, in thanksgiving.

About the route: We began by a furniture store and proceeded up the main street of town. A local man in white robes carried a heavy wooden cross. He was flanked by other locals dressed as Roman soldiers. We fell in behind. The city police department cleared the streets and blocked the intersections so that we could walk safely. The city streets are old. Some were pocked by pot holes. It had rained just a short time before we left and puddles were in the street. Splashes of water, like blood drops, spattered the streets. We walked through an alley and down a road that was once a major highway through the town.

We passed and stopped by shops, restaurants, the courthouse, a lawyer’s office, the black church, a white church, the jail, the school, the library, a theatre. When we read about the soldiers gambling for Jesus’s clothing, we were outside the second hand clothing consignment store. When we read about Jesus being put into the tomb, we were by the cemetery monument factory. We passed nice big houses with manicured lawns, and we passed section 8 housing. All along the route, the curious peeked out. Once in a while one would fall in with us.

We walked in silence, and I found that I reflected in a deeper way on what my Lord had done on that Good Friday long ago, and why He willingly walked to Golgotha . Did He stumble along the way? Did His legs grow weary? Did He notice the people watching, the ones who followed? Did he hear the dogs in the distance, the muted sounds of traffic?

God so loved the world….. Jesus died for that world: a world of people so different from each other, yet all needing a Savior. A world of people who followed Him for different reasons and motives, and also for those who didn’t follow. A world of young and old, black and white, rich and poor, men and women. A world of people who were curious, jeering, respectful, sorrowing. A world similar to our 300 who walked last night and those who sat and watched. Jesus paid the price for every one of them, whether they chose to accept it or not.

Jesus met humanity where they were: in the temple, at dinner, in the market place. Our route reflected that, as we passed by the places where our community was found every day, doing ordinary daily activities of life.

One place tore at my heart. We were in front of the jail, and the Scripture was about Jesus coming to set the captive free. We listened to the reading in hushed silence and then began to sing a verse of “The Old Rugged Cross.” Suddenly a bird began to chirp and sing, trilling along with our voices. Yes, Jesus came to give hope even to those with no hope in prison. And He came to give hope to those who had fashioned their own prisons.

As we ended the walk with readings of Jesus being taken down off the cross and placed in the tomb, sirens began to sound. Two ambulances came through the street, wailing and flashing. I thought of how Jesus died, with no ambulance to come to his aid, without even many people around him to mourn.

Thank You, Father, for the gift of Your Son. May I never lose sight of His suffering, because He willingly took on my suffering. May I never lose sight of His love for this world and its many people. May I never lose sight of His passion and triumph over death to secure my eternal life. May Good Friday always remind me of His depth and scope. May I always remember that Sunday is coming!!!!!!!!! Give me strength and determination to pass it on. Amen.

To God be the glory…..

Published in: on April 11, 2009 at 4:30 pm  Leave a Comment  

Happy Birthday to Me!

Just thinking…..

Yesterday was my birthday; I was 60. Don’t feel sorry for me. Don’t think, “Oh, she must be wailing her eyes out.” Contraire.
I anticipated this birthday with excitement. I had a marvelous day from the time I awoke until I fell asleep. And the celebration lasted for more than one day.

It began on Sunday when the Hubs threw me a party after church for 25-30 friends. There were decorations, cake, cards, singing, well wishes. Now that’s how I like a party! And I received 60 slices of bacon (they know how much I love bacon). The Hubs doesn’t do parties; he’s just not too interested in all the hoop-la, so that was a real gift he gave me.

Then on Monday the Hubs took me out to supper at my favorite Chinese restaurant here in town. This place has a sushi bar and shrimp on the barbie, as well as 4 bars of food. I’ve never seen another place to compare to it. The Hubs can take or leave Chinese food, but just for me, we ate there.

Tuesday and Wednesday were calm, but I began to get a trickle of email birthday greetings.

Then came yesterday. Wheeeee-ha! The Hubs gets up about 2 hours earlier than I do to go to work. So when I leisurely stretched and opened my eyes, I was looking at the chevel mirror in the bedroom. And there was a message written on it. I have good eyes; even at 60 I don’t wear glasses. So I had no problem making out the words: Happy birthday! Smiling, I got out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. There was another message on the bathroom mirror: Happy birthday! And the Hubs also wrote a poem: Another year gone by, A year full of grace, Because I can look, On your beautiful face. Gotta admit it: the Hubs has a way with words! So then I amble down the hall and look into the other bedrooms and the other bathroom on this level. Yep. More mirror messages. All written in blue dry-erase marker. When I went downstairs, I found another message in the kitchen mirror and still another in the half bath mirror. Then when I went into the basement, there was still another message on the bathroom mirror down there. And there was a message on the hand mirror that I use in the bathroom. I opened my purse to see if a message was on the compact mirror, but no…..

So that was a grand start to the day. Then the phone rang. It was my father, singing loudly and slightly off key. So I had a Happy Birthday serenade. Then my mother came on the line and wished me a happy birthday. A little later, the phone rang again. It was the Hubs and the secretary, and they sang to me, while I heard the whole office laughing in the background. Later in the afternoon, our son called. And then the grandchildren called. The three year old was asleep, but the other two sang to me. The little 5 year old wondered how old I was. I said, “60.” There was a moment of silence. Then he said, “Oh.” The 8 year old wanted to know who all called, what they said, who sang, what I got, etc. Then late at night, after 11 pm, the phone rang again. My heart thudded. No one calls then unless it was an emergency. It was my mother. “Just wanted you to know that 60 years ago, I was in labor and about to deliver!” she announced. And then my father’s booming voice chimed in, singing, “Happy birthday to you!”

All day long, I had emails wishing me a happy birthday, reminding me that Tweety Bird had the same birthday as me, asking me if I needed large print on my letters, and more of the same. I had an email from a grade school friend who now lives in Germany. She said that every April 9 she thinks of my birthday. Awesome. I also think of her every December 16 on her birthday. Memories last a long long time…..

One sister said something that warmed my heart. She wrote, “You make 60 look good.” Bless you, Sis! Another sister typed out the Birthday Song lyrics and then added, “How many candles does it take to light her birthday cake? 60!” And my brother flooded my in-box with a series of greetings. So did my mom. Don’t I just have the greatest family in the world?

When the Hubs came home from work, he took me out to lunch at Pizza Hut. We ordered a bacon pizza, but they sent out a beef one. We were hungry so said that we would take it, anyway. Brought half of it home. The Hubs then gave me a certificate good for 2 massages, and a book. I got some cards in the mail. The Hubs gave me a card that said that he was giving me a kiss for each year I had lived, and that he was going to greatly exaggerate my age!! And he carried through on it!!!

Then it was time to get ready for my evening class. Yep. The end of my birthday was spent teaching a class at the university. When I walked into the classroom, there was a sign on the board and balloons drawn on the board announcing my birthday. The secretary (the same one who sang the duet with the Hubs) had decorated. And a student brought in a cake and plates. So at our first break time, we all enjoyed that. The class wished me a happy birthday several times (do they want a good grade?). And when I came home, the Hubs continued to wish me a happy birthday.

I wish every 60 year old woman could experience the same wonderful birthday that I just did. I felt so cherished and loved and appreciated. I love birthdays. I have no problems in getting older; I just look forward to another year of adventure and learning, and give praise to God for the wonderful year that I just safely finished. The perfect birthday party was just what I experienced all day: singing, cards, food, greetings, kisses, and being with friends and family. I want to live to 100. 60 down and 40 to go!

I try to stay in good shape. I watch my diet and my weight; I work out daily. I take a handful of fishoil and vitamins every day. I make time to pray and read the Word daily. I try to stretch my mind with mental exercises, writing, games, reading. I stay very busy with church work, hobbies, correspondence, volunteer work. I really believe that by keeping an upbeat attitude and making time for mental, spiritual, and physical fitness, that I can enjoy my years.

Sometimes I reflect on the days that I have lived and wonder how many days are left for me. No one knows. But I have determined to live my life on purpose and deliberately, not accidentally. I want to live with no regrets. I want to live in such a way that others remember me in a positive way. I have determined that I want to live a life of honor, hope, humor, and honesty. I want to live with joy and praise in my heart and in my mouth. So no matter how many days are left, they will be good ones. No matter what…..

Thank you, Father God, for the gift of life. Thank You for surrounding me with wonderful people. Thank You for all Your provision in this past year, and thank You in advance for how You will care for me this year. Praise and glory be Yours, amen.

To God be the glory……..

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The Sacredness of the Ordinary

Just thinking….

Remember that screeching voice out of the ’60s: “Oh Lord, won’t you give me a Mercedes Benz…….”? Yeh, you remember. It was a lifestyle mantra swirling around in anti-establishment atmosphere. Don’t give me the ordinary little jalopy. Don’t give me my parent’s old Buick. Don’t give me the Pinto wagon. Let’s go all the way; give me the Mercedes, the Beemer, the Caddy.

The ordinary. Almost a bad word. We don’t want our kids to be ordinary. They need to be all-stars, all-American, cheerleader, student-council-president, national honor society material. What parent brags, “My kid is a straight C student!”

Our homes aren’t ordinary. Why settle for a post WW2 starter home when the McMansion is just over the hillside? Three bedrooms? Four? Five? And there’s only the two of you?

Does anyone have an ordinary job anymore? Someone out there still makes paperclips; I just know it. But when I ask about the job, I hear things like: “We’re power-lunching today at noonish to go over the consulting.” Huh?

Get it? We”re an inflated society, and I don’t just mean the economy. Everything has to be over the top, bigger than life. Whatever happened to the ordinary?

God made me ordinary. Now there are times I think I’m pretty special; those times don’t last real long. But when I look into the mirror, I see an ordinary 60 year old face with hair that is losing its shine, allergy circles under my eyes, a nose that looks suspiciously like my grandfather’s, capped teeth, and ears that can wiggle. Ordinary. But the Hubs tells me I am beautiful, and sometimes………. I believe him. That’s the beauty of marriage. God gave us desire for each other that transcends the ordinary and makes it sacred. I told the Hubs recently that “You inspire desire.” I don’t want cheap, vulgar, ordinary love; I want the sacred ordinary love.

So what is the sacredness of the ordinary? It’s recognizing God’s hand in the usual, the plain, the everyday. I prepare supper every night (OK, almost every night). It’s an ordinary task. But when I stop to consider the Source of my food, the Giver of the electricity, He who has provided all I own, then I realize that the food and the ability to cook it is sacred.

I live in a really nice house. I love it. Although I must admit, it’s up for sale and nobody else seems to love it or think it as nice as I do!! It was so exciting when we built it. I would walk around the plywood sub-floor, smelling that wonderful fresh cut wood smell and practically drool all over myself. Three bedrooms! Imagine! Our little starter home had 2 bedrooms and another little room built off to the side that might have been a bedroom in another life. Our rental had one bedroom. But our new house had three real bedrooms! Now, 30 some years later, it’s ordinary. It’s no big deal to have three bedrooms. When we built the house, we dedicated it to the Lord. We said, “Lord, it’s Your house.” If it was His, then it wasn’t cheap and common; it was sacred. Have I lost sight of the fact that it’s all His? Do things become so ordinary to me that I forget the Source?

Friends. The Hubs and I are blessed with so many friends. There are the few who know us inside and out, and love us anyway. There are the many who fulfill various functions in our lives. Some are my scrapbooking friends. Some are my writing buddies. Some are my cooking cohorts. All are ordinary people. But they are extraordinary in what they mean to us. I was in a car wreck years ago, and my body felt like a rubber band that had been stretched so far that it couldn’t return. My face kissed the steering wheel and I broke my teeth. But my friend Barb loved me anyway. She tenderly helped me into her car when I had to go to the doctor. She encouraged me to move and bend when I was sure my body could never move again. My friend Rose came over and washed and styled my hair since I couldnt’ get into a tub or shower. Friends beyond number brought meals and snacks to the door. One friend came in and cleaned my house. Getting in a car? Cooking? Washing hair? Cleaning house? Ordinary stuff there. Ordinary women. But extraordinary to me.

That’s the glory of God. He takes those ordinary events, those common objects, those everyday people, and He makes them extraordinary. They are sacred when they are in His hands.

Father, may I never become so caught up in the trivial drivel that I lose sight of Your majesty, Your glory, Your sacredness. I ask that You continue to show me the delights and joys of the ordinary.

To God be the glory………

So Much Has Happened….

Just thinking…..

Actually I haven’t had much time for thinking. Life has been incredibly busy. My Uncle Wimp died out in Colorado. Don’t laugh; it was his name. He was so much fun to be around. I remember that he always wanted to go to amusement parks and ride every roller coaster in the area. He was a big kid at heart, yet every bit the mature man who cherished his wife, raised good kids, was a good provider, and a strong Christian. So I drove to Iowa, picked up my parents and sister and and we all Amtraked out to CO. Of course, the train was late, and of course, we didn’t sleep much. The family in CO was strong and filled with faith, yet grieving. And grief uses energy. After a train trip back and then driving back to my state, I was exhausted.

Then my dog died. Yep, same dog I’ve written about. I know he was only a dog, but yet it left a hole in my heart. I still look outside when I get up to see if he is laying in front of the door, guarding us. I still watch for him to come greet me when I drive home. I still miss him padding along beside me when I go for walks. I still get misty eyed thinking of him. How can you not love and miss a dog that’s been around almost 17 years? We buried him (or rather the Hubs did) on a hill back in our woods, and piled stones atop his grave. The squirrels scamper across the mound, never guessing their greatest enemy lies beneath.

Then an internet friend moved. Their little farm was foreclosed on, and several other problems had arisen. I offered to help them move since they only lived about 2 1/2 hours from here. We had never met in person until last weekend. It was so emotional and draining. I had called a church in her area to see if they could help with the moving. Did they ever! That church rented a UHaul and moved that family in style. They gave them such grace and dignity. Then they fed the family. What love! CBS was there filming the whole thing, showcasing it as people in rough times reaching out to each other. They did an interview with me, and it actually turned out quite well. I was able to watch it via computer.

And then I have the usual stuff, like doctor appointments, caring for my friend’s alzheimer-stricken mother, planning and cooking and delivering meals to some folks in need, teaching night school, church activities, PreSchool Board, and SLU Board……… And that’s not to mention that our house is up for sale, so I clean every day.

Somehow time got away from my blog. I’m the type of person who overcommits and stays super busy. A friend once said, “If you want something done, give it to a busy person to do.” So they always gave it to me……… Actually I like to be busy. I like to fill every minute and I get joy in serving others, and a creative thrill from my scrapbooking and cooking, and a peace in walking our hills. I like to think that I make a difference to those around me; I enjoy beng wife, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, neighbor, friend. I revel in being responsible and a mover and shaker.

But right now, I am moved and shook out. My mom told me to remember that I am almost 60 and to slow down. Ha! Is she slowing down? Nah…… Mom is my role model; she is still taking care of the elderly, not for one moment realizing that SHE is the elderly!

And almost 60………. It’s next week, and I can’t wait. I love growing older. Every year is a new adventure and a new opportunity. I’d love to have a big blow-out party, but that won’t happen. The Hubs, for all his near perfectness, doesn’t do parties. So that’s that. Oh well, my birthday is on my teaching night, so we’ll just party in the classroom!

Listen…. it’s been wonderful chatting with you, but I need a nap. yawn…………

To God be the glory……

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