Twenty Two Years To Go

Psalm 90:10 “The length of our days is seventy years or eighty, if we have the strength. Yet their span is but trouble and sorrow for they quickly pass and we fly away.”

Verse 12 “Teach us to number our days aright that we my gain a heart of wisdom.”

It’s hard to believe but I am only twenty two years from a Century in age. I just reached another milestone, my 78th birthday.

I really appreciated all the good wishes, phone calls, cards and gifts from friends and family. One special gift was a walk on the beach at White Rock with Dustin, Laurie and Elizabeth, followed by dinner at the Boathouse Restaurant. And Elizabeth made my day bright with my favorite flowers, yellow roses. I am truly blessed!

Birthdays always make me a little nostalgic. When I look back at the years that are gone, I wonder where they went. Then I look at the possible years ahead and wonder what they will hold for me. The last twenty two years seemed to pass quickly, will the next twenty two go as fast? The Psalmist says their span is trouble and sorrow, they quickly pass and we fly away. This past week I had a taste of that.

A funny thing happened on my birthday. When I went to the Pharmacy to pick up some medication, I was asked by a young Pharmacist in training, if she could review my medications with me. I said “Ok”. Then, for her class notes she had some other questions about my health which I answered. She became concerned and said it would be a good idea if I would go to a Cardiologist. She was very serious so I decided to go to the Clinic and talk to a Doctor there. I was sent to the Lab for tests, I have an appointment to see a Cardiologist and I have a friend at the Pharmacy who is following up with my progress.

Then, last week, my sister had medical problems, we called an ambulance, and she is in the hospital. Fortunately the Extended Care where my brother is living is on the same grounds as the hospital so I can visit them both. This week I had to take my brother to the Denture Ciinic and we were taken there by a Cab that can handle a wheelchair. It is part of the Handy Dart system. I always accompany him because he has dementia. He would be totally lost if he went anywhere by himself.

I would like to be like Caleb, who said to Joshua, “Here I am today, eighty five years old. I am as strong as I was at forty five. Give me the hill country that the Lord promised me. ” (Joshua 14)  Psalm 92:14 says the righteous “still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green.” That’s a good promise to claim!

So, Lord, teach me to number my days aright that I may gain a heart of wisdom. However many years I am given I want to live them to the fullest! I know Who holds my future so I can rest secure in my Father’s Hands.



When the Wind Blows

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
September 17, 2014

Years ago a farmer who owned land along the Atlantic seacoast constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic because of the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals.

Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. “Are you a good farmhand?” the farmer asked him.

“Well, I can sleep when the wind blows,” answered the little man.

Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer was well satisfied with the man’s work.

Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore.  Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a…

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How Did We Live?

Good question!

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
September 15, 2005

Looking back, it’s hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have…

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn’t seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes too, but I can’t remember getting E-coli.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets.

We played with toy guns, cowboys and Indians, army, cops and robbers, and used our fingers to simulate guns when the toy ones or my BB gun was not available.

Some students weren’t as smart as others or didn’t work hard so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same…

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