Last night we as a family celebrated Leo’s birthday. He actually has one more day left as a younger man. We have this thing about his age since I am a whole two months older than him. I think I was as excited about giving him his gift as he was in receiving it. Before Christmas I discovered in a used bookstore in Saskatoon a copy of Stanley’s In Darkest Africa. Over 100 years old and still in almost perfect condition. A great indulgence but he is a Bibliophile and it’s about Africa.
I seem to be running into all sorts of references about age. Maybe it’s just birthdays and then watching my own dad wear out. At times I feel restricted because I know I am getting older – my body tells me so. But I would like to preserve an open outlook on life, not become too set in my ways as I see some older folks becoming.
So here I read in Psalm 92: 14-15
Even in old age they will still produce fruit;
they will remain vital and green.
They will declare,” The Lord is just!
He is my rock!
There is nothing but goodness in him!”
I guess I hope I am still vital and green for awhile yet.