When I wrote my memoir several years ago, I was in my 60s and thoughts of retirement were not yet in the picture. They still aren’t. I have survived eight decades and am eagerly moving into the next one. Yesterday was my birthday and I celebrated along with fathers all over the place who were being honored as dads. I am truly blessed to have a wonderful family and loyal friends. They have been the source of my joy for most of my life. I guess I’m still not retired, but I sure enjoy being able to take an hour nap when I feel like it. I enjoy the work I’ve been chosen to do. I continue to write, focus on the things that are important to me and treasure the love of Christ in my life.
Getting older doesn’t have to be a death sentence. When we give up, it becomes one. As long as I’m able, I will continue to work and I’m confident that God will bless what I do. I told my children that they can now consider me a wise old woman. They replied that I was already wise. That made my day. I’m still a wise guy.
Thank you, Lord for another year of life. Thank you for using me to share your love with others. Thank you for showering me with so many treasures without measure. Thank you for giving me all I need to get through life. Thank you for your Son, Jesus. Thanks for taking away my sins. Thank you for releasing the burden of worry from my shoulders and carrying the load yourself. Thank you, thank you, thank you, God. Amen!