My Senior Moment

My senior moment came about a week ago when I was fitted with hearing aids. I thought to myself, “I’m just not old enough for this.” After the gal put the hearing aids in my ears, my daughter went out in the hall and talked to me, I heard her!  There have been many times when she talked to me, I just smiled and shook my head yes, thinking she wouldn’t know I didn’t hear her. And she wasn’t out in the hall then, but right beside me! It was an eye opening thing for me. I decided right then that I was old and I’d better make some decisions about how I would live the rest of my days. Hear is some of the things I decided.

  1. I will continue walking with God. That’s the only way to live.
  2. I will not turn back, lie down and say ” I’m an old woman. I’ve traveled a long way, and some of the roads weren’t paved.
  3. I’ll focus on how young I feel instead of how old I am.
  4. I’ll keep in mind that I can’t be over the hill without first getting to the top.
  5. I’ll remind myself that being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
  6. I’ll realize that old age is the time when former classmates and friends are so grey and wrinkled they don’t recognize me.
  7. I am going to laugh at my troubles today because I may not have anything to laugh at when I get older.
  8. I Thank God for setting me free from the fear of aging and the care about other people’s opinion or approval but help me to shine in the light of your love, no matter what challenges I may face.
  9. I look forward to the day I receive those hearing aids. The gal told me it would be 10 days. Now it’s only 7, and I don’t remember when I’ve looked forward with any more excitement than this. I will hear again!

Where Are You, Mr. Rain?

I feel sure that we, in the Pacific Northwest, don’t often pray for rain, but this year we have had quite a shortage of rain. My ferns are have trouble standing up  and I’m beginning to think yellow is the regular color of lawns and green lawns look strange.

However, I will tell you a story I read somewhere that made me sit up and take notice, The story was about a man whose name was Homi. He lived in Israel  quite a long time before Jesus was born. The prophets had all died and the people were living without God most of the time. It had not rained for a long time and people were worried, Homi was considered an odd fellow who still believed in God. He came into the town one day and said, “I will pray to our Father God for rain”.

He sat down in the dirt and started drawing circles around himself and said,”I will stay here in this circle until it rains.” and he started to pray.

The people were laughing and making fun of him but after awhile it began to rain. Everyone was dancing around and the kids were screeching and hollering around him. but Homi only prayed for more rain. The rain came hard and full. People were beginning to worry about flash flooding but Homi continued his prayer, “We need a softer rain. One that feels good on our skin and will soak into the ground.”

The rain changed to a steady soft shower and Homi got up from his circle of prayer and went home, but the people always remembered him and God too.

Perhaps we, too, should remember that all things are in his control and maybe we should begin praying, not only for rain but for everything. How about it?