Woke up this morning to my 73rd year. Stumbled into the bathroom, looked in the mirror and was struck with the thought, you are some failing presence of humanity. If you were a tree on Irving land, they would have harvested you three times already. I remember my dad turning 40, and as an eight-year-old, I thought he shouldn’t even be going to work.
Does the Bible address age? Glad you asked.
The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away.
The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green,
I might be old, but I’m full of sap and still green. How are you doing? Give it some thought.
Gary