WHEN I GROW UP. . .

You wake up one morning and the realization hits you like a cream pie in the face.

You have gotten older.

The years passed by so quickly you did not notice.

Until the year the calendar reminded you

It happens this year.

Big Birthday.

Now you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, you have more years behind you than in front of you.

Your knees will never recover.

They will just be replaced.

No matter how black your hair appears to others.

You know

It is really gray.

The promotions, bonuses and career highs are now icons from your past.

Energy and memory battle it out to see who will wane faster.

Retirement screams to the world “over the hill.”

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Until the day you wake up and realize

You still have value.

You still have talents and gifts and experience.

So you get up and you move forward into the years that remain.

Determined to wear out

Rather than rust out!

“The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith “A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God; see all, nor be afraid!”

You still have passion. 

 

 

 

 

 

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