ANOTHER YEAR OLDER

Today I celebrate the 70th anniversary of my birth. I am very thankful for the many blessings God has bestowed on me. Greatest is His gift of His Son so that through faith, I have the assurance that someday I will reside with Him. Other blessings include a gentle man who became my husband, birth in the USA, the gift of a son so that I may better understand God's great love that does not turn away when I fail and the incomparable joy when my child does well. Work that was meaningful, a comfortable home, and a mind that is alert (most of the time).

Growing old is not bad when you consider the alternative. Who would want to be perenially young if we had to relive all the difficult times in our life? A friend sent me an Email that sums up aging pretty well.
"If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about
trading it in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and
scratches in my finish and my paint job is getting a little dull, but
that's not the worst of it. My fenders are too wide to be considered
stylish. They were once as sleek as a little MG; now they look more
like an old Buick. My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My
seats are sagging. Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Krispy
Cremes opened a shop in my neighborhood.! Air bag's? Forget it. The
only bags I have these days are under my eyes. Not counting the
saddlebags, of course. I have soooooo many miles on my odometer.
Sure, I've been many places and seen many things, but when's the last
time an appraiser factored life experiences against depreciation? My
headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up
close. My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and
slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather. My
whitewalls are stained with varicose veins. It takes me hours to
reach my maximum speed. My fuel rate burns inefficiently. But here's
the worst of it -almost every time I sneeze, cough or sputter....
either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!"