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Like Fine Wine

“Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”
                                                from “Rabbi Ben Ezra” by Robert Browning

Listen Up!

I am grateful for every day the good Lord has allowed me to live. But, I’m not the one who broadcasts my age. This is not vanity on my part. This is wisdom. I know that as soon as I become the Seasoned Sister, the Mature Maven, the Perfectly Aged Matron, the Dowager Deaconess, there will be those who will then want to put me in that box they have created for “the old folk,” and at some point I may begin to accept it as my destiny (rocking chairs, front porches and sweet tea sipped through slipping dentures). Sure, I now call everyone “Dear” and “Sweetie,” but that’s because I am kind and compassionate. Not because I am old(er)! 

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“No, no, no,”

I do not understand why as soon as a person hits a certain age, people begin to act as though they have hit some “use by” date and therefore should be discarded..

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News Flash, y’all. Until the good Lord says, “Sit down, Donna,” the purpose is still in place and as long as I can, I will continue to stand for Him.

It is true. I no longer have the energy I once had, and some things demand just too much of what little I do have, but as long as I can, I will. Yes, there are some things from which I will have to step away from, eventually. But until then, I’m will continue to stay the course. Besides, age is all about mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter!

At least that’s what I’ve heard!

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Besides, I still look good!

Old people were young people before young people were people! ~Tom Wyatt

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TUESDAY THOUGHTS: A Man of My Own

Confession Time:

I go to bed with the same man every night.

The same man.

I climb into bed.

I turn him on and eventually I turn my back on him.

I fell in love with him last year.

I cannot get enough of him.

Every night.

He is not my man.

But I go to bed with him every night.

No, he is not my man.

He belongs to another woman.

He would be nothing without her.

No one would know his name were it not for her.

She is responsible for his style and all those eccentric mannerisms that I find so endearing.

Yes, I go to bed with him every night.

Although he belongs to another woman.

Who grew to despise him.

But I like him . .. . a lot.

And every night . . .

Yeah, you know . . .

What’s his name?

Hercule Poirot!

Yep, that’s right, Agatha Christie’s man from Belgium.

That figment of her imagination.

netflix-logo  brought us together.

All thirteen seasons!

Until boredom do us part.

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Hercule!!!

 

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What were you thinking?

 

 

TUESDAY THOUGHTS: Praying On Purpose

It was supposed to be just the one prayer

A single thought that demanded release

“I pray today

for the woman”

Just one thought

I thought

But each day

Thoughts

Kept returning

Morphed into prayers

Day after day after day after day

“I pray today

for the woman”

Unrelenting

Focused Concern

For a woman

Unknown

Unseen

By me

But apparently

Known

And

Seen

By God

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“I Pray Today. . .”