The image of Alfred E. Newman is probably not familiar to most of my readers. I am a relic, after all. This was common in the middle of the 19th century somewhere. I should be at a point in life, where adolescence is no longer at issue, but the memory of it lingers on. Looking back on those days brings back thoughts of acne, low self-image, growing in all directions, wondering what I was good at and things that were never under my control. Here I am, seventy years later and I still worry. Not about acne, but definitely about my body breaking down and returning to the dust from which it came.
Truthfully, I don’t worry about death. That’s a given, which I’m really looking forward to. It’s more about life and my ability to cope with it. I am a widow. I have a wonderful family who loves me. I thank God that I am still living in my own home. I have tons of things that have blessed my years, but there is still that nagging thing called worry. I worry if I will have enough money to make it through another month. I fret over getting things done that I can’t do anymore. I stress out over the state of the world. I get really crazy over politics. Enough so, that I rarely watch the news. I look out my window and often see work that has to be done, rather than taking time to enjoy the view. I try to keep as active as possible, but my aging bones tell me it’s hopeless.
All of these things are impossible for me to handle, much less control. I think about my husband’s words in the last few years of his life. He would point his finger to heaven and say, “He’s got this!” What a great way to look at life. To be totally honest, there were days when he worried too.
I don’t worry about having a zit on the end of my nose these days. My weight isn’t really an issue as it was when I was fourteen. My opinions are best stated in the written word, rather than getting them tangled up in my mouth. I still set goals for myself. I continue to drive but am probably the old lady on the road that everyone complains about. I drive the speed limit, which really ticks people off. I continue to work in my garden – with much less zeal. I’m learning to enjoy the view rather than looking for the weeds.
God gives each of us an allotted time on earth. He has a plan for every second. He alone is in control. Even though this body is in the slow process of decline, my mind is giving me the opportunity to share the love of God with those who take time to read my blog. I will continue to have good days and days that drive me up a wall, but that’s life, isn’t it? As long as I remember what’s important.
GOD HAS THIS!
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Very glad that ‘He has this’ ❤️
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Me too❤️
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Matthew 6:34-Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Easier said than done…)
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Easier said than done is right.
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Alfred E. was my hero every time we had to practice “Duck and Cover” under our desks at school.
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I always wondered why were did that. If it was a nuclear attack we’d be toast no matter where we hid.
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Who can forget Alfred E. Newman and Mad Magazine lol but I don’t remember much of the contents. It seemed something the boys liked more than the girls. I liked Seventeen Magazine, clothes and makeup, and all that silly superficial stuff that teenaged girls are made of lol In old age, it’s all about substance, all that has stood the test of time, and none of that is superficial and neither are you, Kathy. I write because my words tangle in my mouth too, big thoughts can’t make their way out of small mouths. Let’s pray for each other because I worry about being left alone on this planet too, it’s a scary place for fragile old ladies, but God is our substance, He’ll get us through this, just like He has so many times in the past.
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I can’t imagine getting through life without realizing that God is all I need. Like you said “he is our substance. I’d be lost without him. Thanks for understanding. Worry is a real concern but God has this❤️
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Yup…
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Your daily posts are a blessing, Kathy. I always appreciate your transparency. Despite society being in free fall and our earthly tents not what they used to be, we have the solid Rock as our unshakable foundation.
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Thank you, Tom. I appreciate the affirmation. I thank God for every extra day He gives me. I have been blessed. Have a great weekend.
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Thanks and have a great rest of the weekend yourself.
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I have Luke 12: 22-31 on a plaque by my office desk to remind me not to worry…God has this!
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Great reminder. I need to get one of those plaques for the times that I forget. How are things in God’s country?
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We are doing good. My husband is still doing cardiac rehab 3xweek, so it keeps us busy with just that. He is doing great tho. We took a week long camping trip in the mountains close to where we used to live so that was a great getaway and time of peaceful relaxing. I think I will do a post on it. I took some beautiful photos of “God’s Country!” God’s blessings to you,Kathy.
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I’m glad to hear all is well. When I don’t see someone on WordPress for a while, I begin to wonder. I’m doing OK too. Finally getting a little better after a bad winter of lung issues. I’m still getting in the garden for little periods of time. God bless you too and enjoy the summer weather.
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Thank you for your thoughtful concerns. Prayers for you to return to full health. This getting older isn’t for sissies is it! ❤️🙏
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Every day is a gift. Soak them all in. Have a great weekend!
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Amen to that. I hope you have a great weekend too.
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