Well, here I am - knocking down the door to 62. The beard is gray, the belly is embarrassing,
and the hair on my head bailed years ago.
Balance wobbles at best. Joints
are disfigured and tend to seize. Vision
forever demands the “other” pair of glasses.
But most troubling of all - pain really hurts. The “tough guy” in me saw the wisdom of my
hair and went along for the ride.
My mind is something else
again. It doesn’t seem to be any more or
less forgetful than it ever was, but I really can’t say for sure. However, there is little doubt that a goodly
portion stalled somewhere before that age when a boy becomes a man. It simply couldn’t fully deal with all that
life presented – both good and bad. But
with the passing of time, it has actually become quite comfortable, even proud,
of its position in life.
And finally there is my
spirit, my soul. It usually remains
quiet because it loves peace, finds peace in love, and its greatest joy abounds
when there is an abundance of both. Yet,
it is forever pressing forward in its own quiet and purposeful way. Marching to a destiny that is known with all
certainty yet void of a single provable fact.
Anticipation grows with every step.
Now, I can’t say for sure if
the mind is talking to the soul, or the soul is speaking to the mind, but
there’s a whisper, “Here’s your second chance, don’t miss it this time.” And oh, what a paradox that quiet comment has
become.
On one hand, it’s an
invitation to take a second bite at the apple.
Almost a dare to be a kid again and do those things that intrigued me so
deep down at a much younger age. Things
that to this day capture my imagination but continue to be neglected because
maturity demands that the “grown-up” stuff be done first. But truth be told, laziness, embarrassment,
and fear are at the core.
On the other hand, it’s a
challenge to try and become the man that God made me to be. Almost a dare to finally grow up and embrace
those things that are so deeply important to me. Things that continually get ignored because
the part of me that never matured insists that a better time is later. Yes, laziness played the lead, but
embarrassment and fear played their roles as well.
Writing lies somewhere on
both sides of that contradiction and seems to be a cornerstone in the effort to
resolve the conflict. And so this blog
has evolved as a tool of sorts. A
journal of the past, present, and future.
Snippets in a single life’s journey with intent on recapturing moments
past, with resolve to rework those events in the present, with anticipation of
fulfilling the future. A future in which
life is lived to it’s fullest through God.
A future lived with a greater maturity in God. A future at peace with the man who was
ultimately designed by God.
So, what follows are a few
random thoughts and experiences gleaned over a lifetime. A life of the ordinary - just one among untold
bazillions. Yet, as with each and every
one of those other lives, singularly unique and loved by the One who formed us.
Each creation woven with the next into a tapestry of the
unimaginable. And as each thread
reinforces the next, so perhaps you will recognize a bit of yourself in the
stories and a smile might be brought to your mind.
Well, I may very well end up
writing for myself and to myself. A
wiser man might realize that moment has already come and gone. But in the end, my prayer is that this space
will glorify God and not me. And my hope
is that someone, in some place, in some time, will find a blessing in the
words.
Thanks for visiting.
