Our past sins and mistakes are over an done. He spoke it clearly as He hung from a hideous cross. “It is finished,” He spoke as life drained from his torn body, The bruises and scars He exhibited were the result of our sin – the payment for our salvation. As we approach the holiest time of the church year, let us never forget how a crowd that sang Hosanna to the King of the Jews would turn to massive chants for His crucifixion. He considered us worth dying for. We will forever sing His praise.
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We will see the thermometer rise to 60 degrees today, but can expect snow by midweek. In Minnesota, the winter takes its time leaving. In spite of it, we celebrate the first day of spring with a bang.
Remnants of a frozen past, dangling branches kissed at last,
Dreams of respite from the cold, thoughts of ever growing old,
Sapped of life and wanting more, grasping for that final door,
Then when all seems lost and done, Heaven opens with the sun,
Warmer days and star filled nights, lift you to new glorious heights,
Earth gives way to life anew, fresh, green buds are breaking through,
Smells of earth and wind and rain, dance within your tired brain.
Washing clean the pangs of death, giving you new life – new breath,
Then comes summer blazing hot, scorching, searing afterthought,
Lazy days of contemplation, dawdling in God’s sweet creation,
Thoughts of everlasting peace, mingled with a temperate breeze,
Then the earth begins to dry, things give up and start to die,
Even then the beauty springs, colors burst and heaven sings,
The final act, the seasons done, nothing is new under the sun,
Wars are fought in distant lands and we feel nothing.
We go about our daily activities without a thought about them.
Our path through life is narrow.
Our eyes are often shielded by blinders
and we can see only what we want to see.
Children cross borders to escape terror.
Thousands go to bed hungry each night,
As we indulge in abundance.
When will we truly open our eyes to all the injustice?
What can we do?
We feel alone – helpless – guilty.
Our minds reach out, but our hands can’t.
Where is our Christian love?
Have we buried it in the sand along with our heads?
Proverbs 4:18-19Â Â “The path of the righteous is like the morning sun,
    shining ever brighter till the full light of day.
But the way of the wicked is like deep darkness”
    they do not know what makes them stumble.”
From darkest places we oft rise, to reach the morning sun,
We never seem to realize, how far from light we’ve run,
Our course has been established by our great and awesome God,
Yet sometimes we forget that fact, and through the muck we trod.\
When light leads us away from sin, the darkness disappears,
Our path becomes apparent then, as we race through our fears,
He guides us and directs our way, preventing every fall,
He knows what we will face each day, He hears our every call.
He wants to be there to the end, to reach the finish line,
He knows our every inner thought, we are His great design,
When His bright light in us does shine our race will soon be won,
He’s paid for every sin of ours, with His own precious Son.
No matter where we go in life, when we take Jesus’ hand,
We’re sure to find the perfect way to traverse any land,
The race will still be filled with bumps, but He will lead us through,
Just place your life within His hands, His light will shine through you.
Almost five years ago, we moved from our Minneapolis home to a house half the size in the small town of Anoka. The house has a history, because it was originally built in 1875 – suffered partial destruction in a devastating tornado in 1949 – was renovated and made ready for us as part of God’s plan for our lives in retirement. In moving to this area, it also meant retiring from my children’s theatre business, which had thrived for more than ten years. I remained retired for a year and then longed for the roar of the crowd once more. I came across a sweet theatre, not too far from home. I met with the owner, shared some memories with her and discovered that we had first met when she was in college and I was a returning student of 44. Small world, isn’t it?
She had a dream of building her own theatre company and had already established a great resource for children from K-12. This forward thinking woman had big hopes for expansion and diversity. In the short time that I’ve known her, I’ve seen her business grow into a multi-faceted operation designed to bring performing arts to life and engage the entire community. We now offer classes in dance, music, theatre, on camera work, tech and set design to all ages.
Last year about this time, she decided to expand her space and with a certain amount of risk and a lot of positive thinking, she acquired almost every inch of the building. Then the world came to a halt with COVID19. Most theatre companies closed their doors and went dark for the year following, but this amazing woman wasn’t going to let her dream die. Virtual classes were established for all age groups. The additional space was built out to accommodate future classes. When the doors open again, things will be ready and in place for future development.
One of the rooms has been built out as a little theatre for younger children. The three paintings you see above were gifted to the owner by the artist for placement in that new space. Paul did a series of these paintings for our grandchildren many years ago and continued the series with these, which will now be enjoyed by more children in the future.
I have found a new place to do theatre. I love this place, not only because of how it’s fulfilled me, but for the forward thinking of the people involved in the operation. It is truly more than a community theatre, involving all age groups of all colors and inclusive of those with special needs. It is a place where all those involved have a chance to express themselves and grow.
The name of the theatre is Northern Starz Theatre Company and is located at 5300 Alpine Drive NW, Ramsey, MN 55303. The executive director and my wonderful friend is Rachel Bohnsack. They’re always looking for support, so if you’re so inclined a donation would be greatly appreciated.
Clouds go dancing through the sky – painted for our pleasure,
Elephants and angels fly – on canvas without measure,
The great expanse can turn to dust – its face will fill with rage,
But when the clouds dispel their grief, the tears wash clean each page,
We too can be like clouds on high, when life does overtake us,
We find surcease in tears we cry, we pray that God remakes us,
He hears our cry and washes clean the sins that sap our life,
His life for ours, His love unseen, will take away our strife.
Look heavenward, keep eyes on Him, don’t bend to Satan’s lies,
If God can keep His creatures safe – He’ll give to us His prize.
Dear Savior, God, I humbly come before you and ask for your forgiveness. I know that you covered every sin with your holy, precious blood so many years ago. Even though I know that, I also realize that my sinful nature is still alive and kicking. As I trudge through life, I will not escape my ability to do wrong in your sight. I also have the knowledge that you have cleaned the slate of a sin filled life and made your Father accessible to me every day. I can talk to HIm and know that He only sees You.
As we approach the start of a new week, I ask that you keep me grounded in your love – strong and courageous against all enemies – faithful to serve you – knowing that it isn’t all about me. It’s all YOU and what you’ve done for the entire world. Thank you, Jesus for the sacrifice you made so that all men could one day claim eternal life. It’s so easy, yet we fight it every day. Help me, Lord to trust in your unfailing love.
Amen!
How we look at life will determine our perspective. We can’t always do that on our own. We need God at our side through every aspect of our living. When we walk with Him, we never walk alone.
Our lives begin in innocence, we are too young to know;
But even in those fledgling years, we choose the way we go.
Our minds are bright our will is strong.
We think we know what’s right and wrong.
Our very hearts grow black with sin, our souls drift to and fro.
We can’t escape the grip of sin. It grows within our heart.
It’s like a cancer moving in and tearing souls apart.
There’s not a thing that we can do.
Our fate is sealed, our death is too.
Our path is filled with darkness, we have no place to start.
Our God showed love omnipotent. He sent His own dear Son.
To pay the price for my misdeeds – salvation He has won.
There’s not a word that I can say,
For burdens lifted every day.
My soul was purchased with His blood, the work has all been done.
How can I thank you, my dear Lord, for everything you gave,
So I will too in heaven live. My soul from sin is saved.
I give my heart and soul to you.
There’s nothing else for me to do.
I’ll praise your name forevermore – my sin is washed away.
Too often we expect the most from ourselves. We try to be like everyone else – to fit in – be part of the crowd – support issues that are popular – wear the right clothes – follow a pattern that might take us down some unwanted rabbit hole and lead to more problems. Instead, maybe it’s time to start thinking about who you really are. You were created by God through joining of two human cells. There is no one in the world that can claim your DNA. You were a gift to your parents and they had a big part in shaping your personality and thinking. When you grew into a young adult, you became more independent, with your own thoughts and goals surpassing those of the family you came from. Under their care and supervision, you received a foundation for your own life.
You’ve experienced successes and failures and learned from both of those things. You began to realize the whole universe did NOT revolve around you stepped outside your shell to discover the needs of others. You became a friend, a confidante, a mentor, a teacher, counselor, spiritual guide and encourager. Each of those attributes have and will continue to shape you throughout your life, when you trust that God has an amazing plan for you.
Failures can crush us and push us into a downward spiral, but we can also learn from our mistakes. When I was a kid, I was much of an athlete, but I loved to write and I nurtured that passion through my years. I made stupid choices as a young adult. I often followed the trends rather than thinking about the consequences. I didn’t always take responsibility for my actions. I began to feel like a failure. My self confidence took a giant hit, but it didn’t destroy me. I used those experiences to encourage others and let them know that there was someone to turn to when we mess up.
Life is not easy, but when we put it into perspective, it can be so rewarding. Instead of looking at yourself as unredeemable, think of what a loving God you have. He loves you so much that He made it possible for you to eventually wind up in heaven and live with Him eternally. He asked nothing in return except that you follow Him. His hands are reaching out to us – the same hands that were pierced with iron spikes. His arms are stretched out to us as they were spread out on an instrument of torture for our sake. His resurrected body is proof that He overcame death, so that we could do the same. If He, the Prince of Peace and King of the Universe, loves us that much is proof that we are special to Him. Never forget it!
In my younger days the thought of Friday always conjured ideas of having some time for fun, relaxation and spontaneous activity. In other words, I had two days of time when I could sleep late if I wanted to, not make the bed, wear my sweats and not wear any makeup. Today Friday is just like any other day, other than the fact that I’m very grateful for having been blessed with another week on this planet. Now the things I longed for as a young woman are an every day affair. I don’t have to make the bed, can sleep all day, not wear makeup and live in my sweats.
The idea of getting dressed up has grown rather foreign to me in the past year, however when I don real clothing, put my face on, comb my hair and look like a civilized person, it has to be a very special occasion – like grocery shopping with a side trip to a fast food joint for a greasy meal. Oh, the simple life – when expectations were few – when we were free to make images out of the clouds in the sky or kick off our shoes and walk through the dew filled grass. It was a lifetime of freedom – pre-COVID19. Or was it? Were we not slaves to our jobs, our extra curricular activities, running instead of walking, making sure we were on time, flitting from place to place with a carload of kids to their various activities.
Maybe God has given us this past year so that we can take stock of our lives. Where do we go from here? How do we get through each day? Will we make it through another one? What’s really important in life? What’s my relationship with my Creator, my spouse, my friends? Can we ever recapture the way things were? Do we want to? Obviously we all want to go back to normal, but were those normal days any better than what’s going on now?
We could look at this period of isolation as a dark period in our lives. We could dwell on the negatives. We could feel cheated, entitled, wanting more, sad, lonely, depressed and anxious – or we could look at the good things that have come out of this time. We’ve learned so much about technology. I for one feel like a bit of a techy since this all began. The classes I teach are online. The show I’ve been collaborating on for over a year is up and running – not in person, but as a radio show. I’ve discovered a whole new way of connecting with friends and family and when you’re hearing is failing, earbuds are a Godsend. My time with God has been more intimate. I can communicate with Him anytime.
I’ve also learned that time is short. It seems to go faster with every year I’m allowed to remain alive. We need to treasure every moment – cherish the people we know and love – imagine hugging them and knowing it will be amazing when we can again. Day by day is my life at the moment. If we all lived as though it was our last day on earth, I really wonder if it would be any different than what we’re experiencing right now.
There is no gift greater than laying down your life for another. Jesus did so for us, even when we were in the pit of despair, unclean and hopeless. He died so we wouldn’t have to. How can we ever possibly repay such love and sacrifice? We can’t. It’s because of God’s infinite love that he provided the necessary means for our salvation. He alone deserves the credit while we reap the benefits. Our gratitude is all we can offer, and even that doesn’t compare to God’s unconditional love. The only gifts we can give are ones that He’s already given to us. Take my life and let it be, consecrated, Lord to Thee.
I had no gift to offer on the day of Jesus’ birth. My voice had no great songs to sing.
What could I bestow that would have any worth? What words could I possibly bring?
He gave His life for me, He suffered and died; His hands and feet nailed to a tree.
When the sword pierced a gash in His most precious side, I know He bled there for me.
He died – my redeemer, but He chose to do so. The grave could not hold this man.
He overcame death, forgave all my sins and it all was a part of His plan.
For all that He’s done I can never repay. His love is so far beyond me.
And so I come to Him and most humbly pray that His servant I always will be.
Insanitybytes had a great post about the Oprah Winfrey interview with the ex-royals today. It’s called, “God Save the Queen.” Check it out.
I commented that her words rang true as to what might be wrong in our country today. Whenever anything happens that has a slight hint of controversy, we’ve been brainwashed into thinking we are wrong because of our lack of political correctness. I have a strong feeling that has to do with our genes. We are a nation of fixers. When something doesn’t seem Kosher, we go to extremes to change whatever it might be. It seems to me that every generation looks at society, parenting, relationships, religion, education, politics as something that needs to be fixed. In our quest to make life perfect, we inflict extreme measures to draw attention to the misdeeds, the misunderstandings, the miscommunication. In doing so, we often create even larger problems.
My kids didn’t read a lot of Dr. Seuss books, because I didn’t really like Dr. Seuss. Maybe I just didn’t understand all the political undertones or racism included in those stories. I read books to my kids about funny things or things that had some moral value – like the Little Engine that Could. I never thought about race, because I grew up in a neighborhood with black, white and yellow children. The mean kids were called bullies, but I was told that I should just brush it off and forget about it. The old quote, “Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me,” made no sense, but we got over things a lot faster in those days.
I didn’t even know what gay meant, other than being a happy person. I didn’t understand until I attended a ball at the Art Institute of Chicago with my future husband and met three or four guys in the lady’s room, primping in front of the mirror – and even that wasn’t a clear image of homosexual behavior. The idea of changing ones sex seemed totally foreign to me as well. Talk about a sheltered life. Oh and my kids played with Mr. Potato Head until I stepped on one of the body parts with my bare feet
We laughed at things that today are considered inconsiderate. When someone got a pie in the face, it was funny. Now we have to know what flavor the pie is and is it worth wasting on a face. I’ve written about my mom and her great sense of humor. She would laugh at anything. I have inherited that trait – to my chagrin. The reality shows of today are just extensions of slapstick comedy where we laugh at someone else’s misfortune. Now I live in a world that requires me to think before I laugh. What ever happened to common sense? Are we raising a future generation of wimps? Why don’t we return to teaching our children to treat others as they would like to be treated or the idea of being kind to everyone?
Today we’re focusing so much attention on walking on eggshells we don’t take time to appreciate what’s inside those eggs. I know there is injustice in our world. I know all people aren’t treated in the same way. I also know that we can do so much better, but we often fall short. In our efforts to make things better for our kids, we are often doing more harm than good. This past year hasn’t helped with any of it. Being isolated from reality has caused depression, suicide, self-abuse, divorce, anxiety, hate, anger and total frustration. The lack of interactive communication hasn’t helped.
There will never be a perfect world here on earth, but as children of God, we know that this is not our eternal home. Things will likely get worse before they get better. Usually we have to hit bottom before we realize there’s no where else to go but up. I haven’t had a good rant for a while so consider this one. Sometimes we just need to vent and then move on.
The minute I typed the title for today’s blog, I thought to myself, this is way too optimistic. Spring in the Midwest usually doesn’t begin until somewhere between late April and July. We’ve been known to have blizzards in May. However, this year the snow cover has dwindled to almost nil and grass is beginning to turn from brown to green. I will therefore maintain my Pollyanna persona and say with assurance that spring has definitely sprung. There are other signs too – like the returning squirrels looking for remnants of their autumn hidings.
Feral cats have shown themselves again. The cat we call, “Crabby” has shown herself once more. I thought the winter had done her in. She’s apparently the top cat in the neighborhood, having produced the most kittens so she has a right to be crabby. When she didn’t show up for so long I thought the freezing cold spell of February deposed her from her Queendom. She appeared a few days ago and paraded through our yard as if to say, “I’m back,” just like Jack Nicholson might. The rest of the menagerie is showing no shame in their attempts at mating – leaving nothing to the imagination.
Birds are showing up in flocks when the cats are in hiding. A pair of cardinals have been year round visitors to the feeders. They’ve been joined by a few newcomers like purple finch, downy woodpeckers and chickadees galore. We’ve finally discovered a formula for the birds that doesn’t appeal to the squirrels. So far the tree rats have not been fond of this new stuff.
Every spring I’m reminded of my encounter with a pellet gun and a pesky little squirrel who insisted on raiding the bird feeder daily. I had enough and decided to take brazen action, so I loaded Paul’s pellet gun, put on my Anne Oakley hat and perched myself on the deck facing the bird feeder, I took aim at the intruder and my finger got caught in the spring mechanism. My screams of pain went unheeded as said squirrel continued to devour the seed. I took aim again. The squirrel did a most dramatic swan dive off the feeder and fell flat on the ground. I was mortified. I had never killed a living thing, other than stepping an ant or swatting a fly until that moment. My conscience kicked in as I saw his lifeless little body. I thought of his surviving family of baby squirrels and a wife somewhere. My heart strings were tugging.
In the matter of two seconds, that critter was up and ran into the woods. That night I had one of my vivid dreams. I was seated on top of the bird feeder as thousands of squirrels circled below with pellet guns in paws. I woke in a cold sweat and never touched a firearm again.
These days, I’ve become more tolerant. I now enjoy watching them trying to work their way up the pole and helping themselves to food not intended for them. Their acrobatic antics are amazing. God has a way of amusing us through the creation of all his wildlife creatures. Spring might be here or we may get dumped on with another snowfall, but the signs are showing and I’m not giving up this time.
That which once streamed freely from the mountains,
Crashing endlessly over pebbles and rocks,
Catching a glimmer of sunlight,
Feeling the warmth as it winds through nooks and crannies,
Until it reaches its final destination,
In time, temperatures fall below zero,
Single digit chill is in the air and water turns to ice,
The human heart can do that too,
The complex organ which pumps life into us,
Can sometimes become hardened like crushed, sparkling, shards of frost,
Instead of life giving, it becomes absent of it,
When a heart turns from the One who created it,
It begins the downward spiral to death,
Careening, stumbling, plummeting to the depths of despair and helplessness,
Still a touch of light remains,
A single glint that may now only flicker but will not go out,
A dim yet brilliant glow which pierces through the gloom,
Even though we descend into the blindness of iniquity,
that beacon will not go out unless we let it,
Turn your heart back to the light,
Look to it for guidance and salvation,
He is the light of the world,
He has already rescued you,
Go to Him with repentance,
Receive the gift He has already paid for,
Feel the warmth again.
Some folks will simply see a tree with branches split and broken,
While others see a winter death where not word is spoken,
When life is sapped from living things, when death has overtaken,
As sleep slips slowly on the scene and all life is forsaken.
Trees may appear to be lifeless, without a leaf to spare,
But within the trunk of that ancient beast, a heart is present there,
We cannot hear the rhythm of that heartbeat forever strong,
But beat it does, a life remains to join in spring’s sweetest song.
In winter we may be just like those dormantly, resting trees,
We’ve shed the coats of summer skin as life blows as it will please,
When spring arrives, our hearts still strive for new life forever more,
We don new skin, without and within, we live as once before.
A year now ends, the days are long, we hope for winter to leave,
It seems like cabin fever has hit, it’s so hard to perceive,
New life is just around the corner, the old withers and dies,
When days begin to grow longer, life returns before our eyes.
Today is March 9th, which also happens to be False Teeth Day. I really get a kick out of the many holidays available to celebrate. Who thinks these up anyway and why would a day be set aside for fake choppers? I imagine a person who lives in a cellar filled with cobwebs, who has never heard of spring cleaning and only comes out of his cell for food and drink. This poor soul’s only goal in life is to come up with silly holidays for the rest of the world to celebrate. Well, his goals are admirable, I suppose, but I feel kind of sorry for him.
I went to the Days of the Year Site for inspiration. I do that sometimes, when nothing else pops into my head. A copout of sorts. I was not surprised to find a number of celebration days for March 9th, which included said False Teeth Day. There were others – Meatball Day as well as Crab Day – which solves my dinner plans. It’s also Barbie Day, so we have a birthday to celebrate. Barbie would be 62 this year and she’s held up pretty good so far. Who knows what might happen with all this gender neutral stuff. Finally it’s Organize Your Home Office Day, which continues the theme of spring cleaning, which I’m trying to avoid.
So I will turn to another thought about spring. Spring is like breakfast in a way. You’ve just come off a season of hibernation and have to break your fast when spring arrives. The birds are singing their little hearts out and gathering dead twigs and brush for their nests. We are all rejuvenated after our long winter’s nap and ready to rock and roll. Spring is a new start – a time to strut our stuff – to show our vigor and vim – and if you’re me, try to find another excuse for not spring cleaning and going back to bed. I don’t mean to give the impression that I’m lazy. There is something about this season that does make a person feel the need to start over.
So while I consider what this day has in store for me, I will put my false teeth into my mouth, thaw some hamburger for meatballs and open a can of crab meat. I’ll sing Happy Birthday to Barbie, clean off my desk and then thank God for giving me another day of living.
Actually, I generally fall asleep when I read, so that excuse isn’t going to work anymore. Spring time is a great opportunity to sweep away the cobwebs and sorrows – or is that “Tomorrow?” In any event, spring often conjures ideas of starting fresh. We’ve just come off a long season of hibernation. We’ve entered the second year of COVID19 and we’re all a little cranky and out of sorts. We want to get together and hug. We want to sing together, to eat, to play, to work together, or if you’re like me – you’ve grown quite accustomed to this season of obsolescence. In other words, we feel as though we’ve worn out our usefulness and may be considered outdated. I don’t think we ever run out of being useful as long as God let’s us remain on this planet.
Getting back to the season we all look forward to – especially those us living in the frozen tundra. There is something about spring. It not only wakens many of our sleeping desires, but also puts us into nest building mode. Like the birds of the air, God built that attribute into us humans. He must’ve seen my house after a long winter of messy closets and dresser drawers – cupboards that need cleaning, floors that should be scrubbed -but what’s the point? Someone will surely be dragging snow onto them again.
I got a spurt of energy on Saturday and decided to clean my kitchen cupboards. I did the refrigerator last week. You wouldn’t think things like that could get out of control with only two people sharing the space. I had taco shells from five years ago. There were cake mixes that probably have expired and baking soda that no longer makes anything rise. Many of the things in the refrigerator were unrecognizable, but by the looks of them, they might hold the cure to Corona Virus. At least they look like some very interesting science projects. Why do we hang onto stuff? Today is garbage day, so I made an effort to actually fill our large trash container so the garbage men could earn their salary.
I just nicked the tip of the iceberg. It’s amazing how much clutter we collect – how many spiders like to create interesting designs – especially on your ceilings or near unreachable light fixtures. I suppose I should consider hiring a housekeeper, but who can afford to do that? Besides, as long as I’m still able to stand up, I should be able to reach a cobweb. Of course that might mean standing on something, whereby I might fall and hurt myself. Guess I’ll just try the old reading a book routine again.
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER
The morning sun rises earlier these days.
Allowing each day to grow longer as spring shows signs of emerging.
Cracks in the ice indicate a new season,
Open water releases its frozen hold,
Giving way to refreshment for those who have thirsted for a long time.
It seems an eternity as we wander through a blanket of snow,
When days last for only a few short hours.
With the longer days, we will see new life reborn,
A resurrection of death into eternal life.
Little sprouts of green and sweet sap oozing from maple trees,
All signs of a new day,
A new week and month,
Taking us into the warmth of summer days,
Refreshing us from our long hibernation,
Delighting us with fresh, clean air and
The hope of meeting together again.
Actually the above statement is untrue. I haven’t been to the doctor in over a year. The only medical attention I’ve had recently is getting my COVID19 shot. My doctor, however, is an amazing woman. I miss seeing her, because not only do we have a professional relationship, but I consider her a real friend. I’m happy to say that I’ve been healthier this year than my memory allows. I say that with a little irony, because my memory doesn’t allow me much these days. Aging comes with a price. Your brain is so overloaded with useless information, that it’s really easy to see how it can crash at some point. It’s too bad we can’t place a memory stick inside to collect some of those memories for future reference.
One of my greatest fears in aging is eventually losing my memory completely. Most of the women in my heritage retained their sanity, could relate stories from years ago and seemed to remember every funny thing you ever did, so hopefully that won’t be my fate. However, only God knows how my final years will end up. It’s much better that way. Dwelling on the “what ifs,” could cause severe depression.
I started blogging six or seven years ago as a means of journaling. My handwriting is often illegible, but I can still type. There are things I feel are important to log in, because those thoughts and events are usually fodder for a story or poem. I still have it in the back of my mind to be a stand up comic some day. Anyhow, blogging has allowed me to share some of my life experiences with others and how God has gotten through me through some rough patches. It has also given me a voice which should be reigned in from time to time. I guess you could say my blog is my diary, so you are getting a piece of me when you read it.
Aging brings all kinds of loss. We lose our hearing, our other senses become dulled, our muscles lose their elasticity, our hair falls out and so do our teeth. If we live long enough who knows what else we could lose. Keeping track of our memories is good for a number of reasons. There is so much joy in the good ones. Even the bad memories hold lots of lessons for future use. When we begin to dwell on the bad times and forget the good, we go down one of those dark rabbit holes and often live there for a while. That’s when depression sets in and hopelessness soon follows. Observing and living life and the seasons of aging can keep us sharp mentally as well. After all, the alternative isn’t very bright.
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