Growing Older

Growing older for me means waking up the next day more thankful than the day before. Thankful in that one more chance has been given to make this day better than the ones that preceded this one.

Thankful in that I can say I love you yet another time to my wife. Thankful in watching the blessings of the day arrayed in bountiful colours unfold before me. Thankful in that once more I may hear the sound of life as it mills about me oblivious to whom I am.

For growing older is not a time to fret nor is it to be worn with the garment of despair.

It is to be celebrated with the expectation that hope still breathes and that dreams still come true .

Nay should this spirit weep before the passing of yet another day; but it will rejoice and be glad; for it is through God’s grace that He saw fit to grant me this chance once more. Oh this chance to see; to touch and to feel the warmth of life; a life which by Him is given more abundantly.

Growing older means I am alive and though there may be many hardships which come my way; I shall not acquiesce to surrender my heart to the passing of night, but I shall rejoice at the rising sun and I shall once more strive to make this day better than the one before.

J. Allen Wilson © 2/2008