My youngest son and I were talking the other day. "Dad, are you fifty, yet?" "No," I said, "I'll be fifty in a couple of years." He thought a minute, then said: "Wow, you've already lived over half of your life!" "Well, if you're trying to cheer me up, you're not doing a very good job," I replied. "In fact, I've heard that the average life span is around 70 years, so I'm definitely beyond half way through my life."
He didn't say anything after that, but I sat there and thought-- if I DO make it to 70 years old, that's only a little over 20 years away. Twenty years isn't that long. I've been married 26 years. I just attended my 30 YEAR class reunion a couple of months ago! Good night, I'm going to be SEVENTY before I know it! I don't even own a walker for crying out loud!
WHAT A MINUTE!...I'm not dead, yet. I still have (God willing) a few years left in me. I might even live past 70; maybe even past 80 or 90. I still have plenty of time to do some things that I've wanted to do or see some things I've wanted to see.
- I want to see Yellowstone... and I want to go to Alaska again.
- I want a home office.
- I want to volunteer at a hospital, visiting and praying with people that are getting ready to have surgery.
- I want to work on a Habitat for Humanity house.
If I don't get to do any of those things, that will be OK, too. God's been good to me so far. I really can't complain.
I guess, I'm thinking about "death" more today because I received word today that my Little League baseball coach died last night. He was in his seventies and in poor health. I went to see him a couple of months ago. He answered the door with that great big smile I remembered. "Shag, how you doin'?" he said when he answered the door. He always called me "Shag", even after I graduated from high school, became an adult, etc. It was always "Shag." Everyone on the team had a nickname--I never heard him refer to any of us by our names. Anyway, I spent the good part of a Sunday afternoon reminiscing about summers many years ago when the "Cougars" were the team to beat. It was a good afternoon. I knew when I left that it would be the last time I'd see him on this earth. Coach Williams was a Christian; he loved God, his wife, his family, and his church. I'm looking forward to the reunion, maybe when I'm 70...or 80...God willing.
Personal note to "Gasomatic": Thanks for continuing to stop by, even though you don't comment.