Here's to NOT growing old!

 Hi everyone,

  How is the self care going for you?  I have been really blessed with that list of ways to care for myself in a couple of minutes.  Who would have thought it would be so easy?  LOL

  My leg is getting better ever so slowly.  I even walked out to the garden this week without my crutches!!  For those of you who missed it, three weeks ago I had a TERRIBLE MS flareup.  The pain was so bad that I had to crawl to the bathroom.  I couldn't even make it to my bedroom but collapsed on the guest bed.

  As I pondered why such a huge flareup would occur now, it didn't take a whole lot of brain power to put 2 and 2 together.

  My youngest son, Jacob, has been farming with us.  Because we can't afford to pay him what he's worth, he's been living with us and I cook and clean for him.  Jacob is very easy going so it hasn't been a burden for me.

  A couple of months ago Jacob got engaged to a wonderful gal.  She moved into the shop office across the road and that night I had this HUGE setback.  Is there anyone reading this who doesn't think my subconscious mind was screaming "He doesn't need me anymore?"

  As usual, I find comfort in poetry.  I just searched for a poem on growing old.  This one is TERRIFIC!  To all of you who don't walk so good any more or maybe don't hear as good anymore....  YOU are NOT old if you're serving the Lord Jesus Christ!  We keep growing and growing as we think of how we can bless others.  Some day we'll grow right up to Heaven.  YAYYYYYYYY

  Hugs and prayers,

  Dawn

PS  This is not a photo of me but I love how happy this older couple is together.  Here's to joy in ALL stages of life!!!

"Not Growing Old"

They say that I am growing old; I've heard them tell it times untold, In language plain and bold— But I'm not growing old. This frail shell in which I dwell Is growing old, I know full well— But I am not the shell. What if my hair is turning gray? Gray hairs are honorable, they say. What if my eyesight's growing dim? I still can see to follow Him Who sacrificed His life for me Upon the cross of Calvary. What should I care if Time's old plow Has left its furrows on my brow? Another house, not made with hand, Awaits me in the Glory Land. What though I falter in my walk? What though my tongue refuse to talk? I still can tread the narrow way, I still can watch and praise and pray. My hearing may not be as keen As in the past it may have been, Still, I can hear my Saviour say, In whispers soft, "This is the way." The outward man, do what I can To lengthen out this life's short span, Shall perish, and return to dust, As everything in nature must. The inward man, the Scriptures say, Is growing stronger every day. Then how can I be growing old When safe within my Saviour's fold? Ere long my soul shall fly away And leave this tenement of clay; This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise To seize the "everlasting prize." I'll meet you on the street of gold, And prove that I'm not growing old.   —John E. Roberts