I just had my 73rd birthday. Did I say 73? We all have to accept age some time in our lives, I guess mainly because we know the alternative. Each and every day puts us that much closer to it.
Even though I’m old, I still think about the good ole days, when they said we were young and free, and with seemingly no worries.
It seems when we get older, all that changes. Everything starts going downhill, and we know when and where it stops.
This is about getting older and what happens, sometimes unexpectedly, along the way. When I was younger, I never would have expected that someday I might have breast cancer, not once but twice. I thought only smooth sailing was ahead for me.
Recently, I was informed that I have arthritis over most of my body, and to tell you the truth, it has not been very kind to me.
I would never have thought it would be as bad as cancer, but at the moment it is even worse. The other night I told Seth I didn’t see how arthritis could be so painful.
So what do we do? I know the Lord never puts more on us than we can bear. But sometimes it gets so hard.
Until one day, when I had this thought. I have such pains in my knees and legs, and I thought about all those folks in wheelchairs who can’t walk, and possibly never will. And about all our veterans (our heroes) who come home from wars with no legs at all.
How many of these people do you hear complaining? Not many, not many at all. And these folks have been through much worse than we have. They are proof positive of that saying we always hear: Things could be worse.
— Debbie Touchstone, Jayess
