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Time reminds… When I was five, I thought my mom was old And my grandmother – well, yes, She was ancient, archaic, antique My great-grandmother… Just imagine my thinking! When I was twenty, I thought my mom was still old And my grandmother? Well she was the ageless saint The one I listened to and heeded As the answer to the old-fashioned ways Of my great-grandmother, who Had went home to be with Jesus When I was forty, I thought my mom was quite young You see… things had changed for me My grandmother – she was elderly now Not the ancient, archaic, antique of the past And, it wouldn’t be long before she’d move away To her home on high, where Jesus is the light When I was fifty-six – today I realized my mom might one day go away To that home where Jesus is the King God only knows… how I dread that day When her heart rests in the One who created Each grace, each faith… each moment When I say… Old age, well, you see… Old age is just a number, not a picture-perfect rendition The reality is… old age means being closer to that day… When Jesus takes my hand and leads me into the promised land!

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Date: 11/16/2022 5:31:00 AM
Thank you, Gina. I relate, esp the way of life, death for women in my life and my attitudes over the decades. For me, tho, life is not a matter of “just” because aging has brought new hard physical challenges year by year. Applause for this! Hugs, sally
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Date: 11/11/2022 7:25:00 AM
Love your memories of your youth and your inspiring love for Jesus.. Funny how we see and described the older people when we were young. Many blessings my friend
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