Raised by two awesome parents. Learned a lot. Made mistakes. Lots of regrets. Found forgiveness.
Growing old gracefully.
I am thirty-eight. I thought I was thirty-seven. We grow up to just grow old . I can't be the only one to get lost in time.
as I watch generations after me bloom into their prime,
I feel forgotten, obsolete, replaced.
Is this something only women go through.?
I look at my mother to see the winding down of her life's
cycle, to wonder how I will be feeling then. If I'm lucky this despair, it shall pass. So beautiful you are, aging with grace. Not a wrinkle one I tell my mother is on her face, she smiles then remarks in time...
If only God knows
when it's my time to be in her place, I to shall smile with grace.
Thank you Jesus!
“When granted many years of life, growing old in age is natural, but growing old with grace is a choice. Growing older with grace is possible for all who will set their hearts and minds on the Giver of grace, the Lord Jesus Christ.”
— Billy Graham
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