I do what I can do. I do not beat myself up over things that I cannot do. There is no could have, should have, ought to with God. I will not let someone else's unsettled heart keep me from peace. I know how to eat the fish and spit out the bones. I know a good sermon when I hear it. I can still be moved by a good song well sung. I can shed a tear when necessary or when I cannot avoid sorrow.
I am grateful to be living here. I am grateful for the new friends I have here. I am grateful for my church and my pastors. I am grateful to be in good health for someone my age.
One day I hope to hear about how to grow old in Christ. Jesus died young. Acts is the story of young church. There is truth for the aged in the Bible. You just have to look for it. The record for men growing old in Scripture is not very good. Maybe they needed ministry as they got old just like we do.
He is kind to the unthankful and the unholy. A bruised reed He will not break. A smoking flax He will not quench.
Maranatha!
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