I guess you could say I’m beginning to resemble my computer.  It’s about time for a new one.  I’ve been hanging on to this one for too many years, it’s paid for and without a doubt it will be outdated soon. The next thing you know I’ll be facing the possibility of being rebuilt.

I’ve lost about three inches in my height.  I truly believe that is because of gravity.  That three inches most likely has dropped down to my hips and the result is a pear shaped condition, called “Jabba, the Hutt syndrome.”.

When you become a senior, everything falls down. You sag in places you never thought possible.  Over the course of my 74 years, I’ve gained and lost about 2000 pounds.  It’s no wonder I sag.

The flesh on my arms, my neck and my other spots is loose and wrinkled.  I’m beginning to look like a plucked chicken.  Hair is thinning, hearing is failing, strength is dwindling and naps are on the rise.

After spending most of my life working hard – spreading myself too thin – and having little time to contemplate anything, I’ve done a complete 180.  Time is no longer my enemy.  I have plenty of it.  There’s so much I could be doing, but I don’t know which direction I should take.  Maybe I should finish that novel I started 5 years ago.  I could write a series of children’s books.  If I set my mind to it, I could compile all my writings into something  but then again – that would be considered working and I’m trying to be retired.

This whole aging process is not designed for wimps.  We are the silent generation, who worked hard at inspiring our children, giving them more than we had, building their self confidence and now we need some of that same stuff.

When our lives begin to fail, we can give up or we can look to the Word of God for advice.

Philippians 3:20-21  For our conversation is in heaven; from whence also we look for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ:  Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself.

Psalms 71:18 – Now also when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto [this] generation, [and] thy power to every one [that] is to come.

Look out, world.  This old lady ain’t done yet!