REFURBISHING

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Today is my last day of being 76.  Thus you will notice a variety of posts on restoration, rebranding, renovation, rebuilding and many more redos.  When you’ve lived this long, you feel it’s time for a make-over.  The thousand mile checkups and replacement parts are getting more and more intense as time marches on.  So this week I’m talking about the aging process and all the humor involved in becoming old.  Actually it’s nothing to laugh about.

The image above kind of describes my life right now.  Everything is in need of repair.  We do have an indoor bathroom, but it’s time for an extra large toilet seat.  Also, as indicated in the cartoon, everything is now in a state of sag.  Things that used to be in certain places are now much lower and indefinable.  You lose inches from your height and add them to your girth.  Your face resembles a road map with lines and squiggles all over the place.  Your memory returns to your youth, but you can’t remember why you went from one room to another.  The once soft and pliable skin resembles an old leather shoe yet it’s fragile enough to bleed or bruise instantly.

When our homes start to show wear, we refurbish them with paint and add something new to dress them up.  When we get old, everything we try to do to improve our health, our looks, our outlook, our daily living seems to be just a cover up for what’s really going on within.

We could stay within our dwellings and ponder our demise – we could feel sorry for ourselves – we could feel lost, deserted, lonely and useless.  We could do those things or we could lift ourselves up by the bootstraps and live with it.  Or we could rejoice that we’ve been given all these years to share God’s love with others.

When Job suffered the loss of all his material wealth, the lives of his children and became diseased ad ready to die, the advice of his friends wasn’t of much help to him.  The only comfort came from the actual voice of God, who demonstrated His power through His words.  As I grow older, I will never completely understand that power – that majesty – that wisdom, but I have been endowed with His voice, which comes through His own words written in the Bible.

As another year goes by, I’ve attended a lot of funerals, but not all of them were old folks.  I’ve seen a change in the way people accomplish things, how they communicate, how they solve problems and how they live.  I’ve witnessed a turning away from God in our society and more focus on self.  Maybe it’s because of my age that these things bother me, but I truly believe that we need to turn back to our Creator for wisdom and knowledge.

I do have the assurance that my life here on earth has value no matter how long I live. I know that He has mapped it all out for me.  I also know that when I die, life will go on.  At that point, all the wrinkles will disappear – the aching muscles will grow stronger – the tears will stop and it won’t matter what I look like.  I’m  going to be a child of God eternally.

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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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16 Responses to REFURBISHING

  1. We call it birthday eve— I had a roommate in college who declared that on birthday eve you could do whatever you wanted and stay up and out as long as you liked— a grand excuse to be a bit wanton I believe in her book at the time— but I continue to mark it by allowing the birthday person to eat whatever they wish and watch whatever they’d like in TV 🙂 so enjoy your birthday eve!!! And don’t get too wild!!!

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  2. Donald N Norris says:

    That graph was too funny. Search for a “Big John” toilet seat. Works great.

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  3. Happy early Birthday!

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  4. Happy Birthday Eve, Kathy! You write from the perspective of a young heart and a wise spirit, the perfect combination. 💘💘

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  5. hatrack4 says:

    Happy birthday. You wonder what the Music Man would do next. He had 76 trombones, but when another showed up… What then? The adventure, and maybe the answer starts tomorrow.

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  6. I had to laugh at the cartoon and I showed it to my husband and he really laughed. I also grinned about the sagging and relocation of body parts. I have to grin because I am getting there fast

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  7. Amen! God will refurbish us when we enter Eternity . . . now this something to celebrate each and every day!

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