“A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Breadand Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!”
Omar Khayyam
Yesterday I celebrated 76 years of living.  The average life expectancy in the United States is 78.6.  I’ve still got a couple to go, so I better make the most of the time allotted me according to statistics.
Statistics don’t predict the future for individual life spans.  They simply revolve around data of a selected few.  It’s probably better for us not to know the hour of our death.
I’ve mentioned before that I used to be 6’9″ and have slowly shortened to 5′ over time.  Thus my height has diminished, but my girth has increased.  I have not lost my ability to exaggerate. My wrinkles have turned into crevices and craters.  I’ve hair in places I’ve never had it and a lack of it in others. My eyesight is beginning to fail.  My ears have long ago bit the dust.  My skin is not longer elastic, but it bruises easily and every scar I’ve earned over time, is more apparent now.  I take naps.  I put off housekeeping, even though my house is half the size it used to be.  The freckles I used to long for have turned into liver spots.  I walk slower and drag my feet.
Aging is a process that demonstrates our need for salvation.  The closer we get to death, the more that need becomes apparent.  We see how decay and physical deterioration have taken over our bodies and minds.  Memory slips back to vivid pictures from way back, but you can’t remember why you were going into the other room by the time your get there.
Kids can’t possibly imagine getting old.  The elderly to a young child is someone in their 20s.  When you become and adult, you can’t wait to retire.  When you retire, you try to keep your life busy so you don’t go the way of other elders.
Still God has given me these 76 years to get to know Him better – to rely on Him in every situation – to follow His ways – to share His love with others.  When I get to 78.6, I will count every day beyond that as a bonus.
Actually we should look at aging as the process of creating fine wine.  It isn’t a good idea to open the bottle too soon, but when you wait, the taste is amazing.
When we age, it will take time for us to come to complete maturity, but we can be sure that God indeed has a plan for us.


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
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11 Responses to AGING LIKE A FINE WINE

  1. ok so you’re basking in the after birthday glow…you failed to mention about wetting ones
    pants—with age, with childbirth, with a hysterectomy…well, let’s just say, I could run a depends commerical​ straight from my home 🙂

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  2. This is a beautiful and inspiring post. Did you mean to say that you used to be 5’9″? You wrote that you used to be 6’9″ and I suspect that is a typo.

    I used to be 5’9″, but the last time I checked I was down to 5’7″. I turned 65 last month. In my soul I am still about 22! ☺

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    • says:

      Actually it’s a joke. If I was originally 6’9″ it would explain the size of my lower body. I feel younger inside than I am externally. I guess I’m a Peter Pan at heart.❤️. BTW only 5’1″ now.

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  3. Wally Fry says:

    I am behind you a bit but feel many of those things. Especially the hair in new places lol.

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    • says:

      Don’t worry, Wally, soon the unwanted hairs disappear too and we are left with only our skin to protect us. Even that becomes thin and subject to easy bruising. Aging is not for sissies.

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  4. Your wonderful capacity for exaggeration will surely keep you young for a thousand years 😆

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