Today I’m 65. I have officially entered the ranks of the elderly. As of today, I’m an “old man.” What a wretched little word—“old”! It conjures up other words like “decrepit” and “declining” and “dementia.” It doesn’t describe what I am or how I feel. It’s almost insulting!
Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy person has no time to form. —André Maurois If wrinkles must be written upon your brow, let them not be written upon your heart. The spirit should not grow old. —James Garfield
The sky this evening was beautiful—a cathedral in the heavens, glowing with light. It was almost like catching a glimpse of heaven. The sun is gone now, swallowed up by the darkness, but it’s sure to rise again. Sometimes the dawn is even more beautiful than the sunset. The light…
I’m not looking for the sunset, As the swift years come and go; I am looking for the sunrise, And the golden morning glow, Where the light of heaven’s glory Will break forth upon my sight, In the land that knows no sunset, Nor the darkness of the night.
God wants to equip you to meet these new challenges. Question: I thought that after my children were grown and gone I would finally have time to do some things I’ve always wanted to do, but now I find that I’m worn out by the end of the day and…