Blessed to Still Be Living

It is amazing how many people are so vain about their age.  Some would rather die than tell how old they are.  Remember when we were kids, and someone would ask how old are you?  We would reply whatever our age was, always trying to be older by saying something like 8 1/2 years old.  Once we hit that magic mark - which I guess is 29 years, we dread that awful 30.  Really!  For real?  Stop the madness.

Whatever happened to growing old gracefully?  People are trying so hard to delay the inevitable.  A lot of people are having plastic surgery done, and, unfortunately, some of these people are left looking fake.  How is looking fake better than growing old gracefully and looking natural - which is like a real person?

Every day that we are still here, especially in these last and evil days, is a blessing in itself.  The older we become we can stake a claim to having overcome somethings big and small; happy and sad; joyful and tragic, health and sickness, and so on, but we are still here.  We grow older and wiser.  I've had both, and I wouldn't trade wisdom for youth for nothing.

I will be 52 years old on January 18, God willing. After all the sinning I did back in the day, I should be dead and in my grave, but God said not so.  I am blessed to still be here.  I'm even more blessed to realize it, and I thank my God every day for allowing me to see another day that was not promised to me.

"Is this the way you repay the Lord, you foolish and senseless people?  Isn't He your Father who created you?  Has he not made you and established you?" (Deuteronomy 32:6/NLT)