It’s Hard To Be Over 80!

It really is difficult to be over 80 these days. Everything seems to be going too fast. And nothing lasts at all. It isn’t only the computers, tablets and cell phones either although those are out of date after a year! I have talked to several ladies who say the same thing about tome going too fast but they don’t even own any of those things. I have a computer and a tablet but I thought a smart phone was going too far so I bought a dumb phone.

It’s difficult when the kids and grandkids come home and they don’t have much to say but they are busy talking or playing games on their tablets or cell phones. All is quiet, too quiet! They don’t think anything about it. It’s just the way to live these days.

But still time goes whizzing by. You look at the news and hear things like Issis chopping another head off a Christian and yet we, here in America don’t do anything about it! We just don’t seem to care. If those radical Islamics came over here, we’d care! There have been thousands of Christian men, women and little children killed, churches burned or bombed and Christians trying to run away but I guess we are too busy on our tablets or smart phones.

When I was a kid, Herbert Hoover was our president, we had no electricity in our small town, we had a few cars around but most of the farmers still used horses in their fields and to get around. Washing clothes was an all day affair and the women always hung them outdoors. We learned our math, history, reading and science very well and there seemed to be time to visit our next door neighbor where we really talked. There was always time to play games outside too. Sundays were always quiet, no stores were open but churches were packed and Sunday afternoon was family time. We talked about what we did during the week and took naps. Time just seemed to go slower even though we had to work harder.

There are times I wish we could go back to those days, but I am sure I would want to stay in today where we have all the things that make life easier. Maybe it isn’t so hard to be in the 80’s.

A Thanksgiving Day I’ll Never Forget

What is gratitude? Isn’t it that we should be thankful to God for all his benefits and to be thankful always to those who care for us like our military, police and firemen? Of course, that we should do on Thanksgiving Day as well as every day. But how about that poor family you know of, that single mom who you know doesn’t have much to live on or that widow who lives alone in the house she used to share with her husband and children. We should also think about the homeless folks. In this day of high prices and low employment, there are many, some whole families, living in their automobiles! Yes, we should not only think about them but do something like visiting them and bringing them something they need even if it is only a visit.

Today, I’m thinking about our little Hideaway chapel that I led from 1971 to1992. We always gave groceries and a turkey to families the school told us needed food at thanksgiving time. One year we gave eight baskets. My husband and I delivered one to a mother and son who lived in a small trailer in the woods.They were both inside and had no heat. It was a cold November day. She told us her husband had left with their only car and had never returned. She was ill and could not go out to get work.

They were left with their travel trailer and only the food in the trailer. The son, nine years old, had walked to the nearest town and asked if anyone had a job he could do. He told people his story but nobody believed him. The man running a grocery store finally gave him some groceries he was about to throw out. The boy was happy and went home to his mother.

We gave them the basket and my husband gave him the money he had in his wallet. They were overjoyed! We went into town and told the story to the police. They said they would go out there and bring them into town. They would see that they were taken care of. We have checked on them and found the mother is better and has a job. The boy is attending the local school and they live in an apartment. But what would have happened if we didn’t have those Thanksgiving baskets?

Maybe there wis someone who needs your help this cold season of the year?