THE OLD GREY MARE…

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I hope I look as dignified as this old, grey, mare. 

After a long rest, I’ve decided it’s time to get back in the saddle again.  My last physical indicated that I’m in pretty good health for an old lady, but I need to get some exercise.  So I’ve been spending some time at the “Y” with my Silver Sneaker friends.

When I need motivation, I simply look over at the elderly gentleman, who resembles Tim Conway portraying an old man.  This dear man is obviously a few years older than me, but he’s there every time and even though each move is torturous for him, he continues to press on.  The fact that there’s a mirror facing us is quite a motivator too.  The one hour workout is designed to make us more flexible, get moving and work on areas that are troublesome as we age.

Yesterday was an off day, so I decided to dig into some gardening.  I garden on my hands and knees because it’s causes less stress on my back.  I stumbled into a patch of ants (they love our sandy soil.)  I vigorously pulled weeds that had resurfaced.  I put in a few new plants to dress up the area and by the time I was finished, I looked like the last rose of summer.  Sweat poured from my aging body.  My hair was soaking wet.  My knees and feet were covered with dirt and I didn’t smell very good. At that point my body cried out for relief.

I got to thinking about how quickly we fall out of shape.  When we stray from God’s Word and His plan for our lives, we get run down too.  Our minds turn to other things for satisfaction.  Without His guidance, we are like a stubborn, old, grey mare.  Things go out of focus quickly.  We think we can control our own destiny.  We try to manage, but fail.  A daily dose of God’s Word can give us the strength, physically, mentally and spiritually to get through every day.

We need motivation like we need oxygen.  God fills our lungs with hope, faith and determination to fend off the enemy.  He holds us near, walks with us and lifts us when we fall.  Even though our bodies can’t do what they used to do, he provides strength to get us through the difficulties of life.  Right now, He’s pushing me out of the door and off to the gym.

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About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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14 Responses to THE OLD GREY MARE…

  1. Amen! We have to work it, God’s word, our bodies. What motivates me is all the older people, usually running laps around me. Sheesh. 🙂

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  2. Yes!! You are a great inspiration and motivator. I’m going for a jog before it gets to be 100. (I’m talking about the outdoor temperature, not my age, lol.)

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  3. This is a wonderful post! Loved every word and I totally get it when you say you garden on your hands and knees. I have resorted to sitting on a 5 gallon bucket when I pick my green beans.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      That might work too. Maybe I should try it. The little old man was so cute today. He would try to keep up, but as soon as he got in the groove, we had move on to something else. I love watching people. Not myself though.

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  4. I think that was Henry Vlll’s final wife—the old German Mare 🙂

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