This is the last Saturday of the 50s for me. By next Saturday I will be 60. I hope I have learned a thing or two, although I don't feel almost 60 today. It seems hard to believe. I don't have years of wisdom. I think perhaps I wasn't paying attention the way I should have. Through the years I learned lessons, forgot them and had to relearn them. I made mistakes, got past them and then made nearly the same mistakes again.
I have gained and lost weight too many times to count. I beat myself up about it and somebody helps me do that too. I start feeling worthless and sad. Then I recall that I am God's beloved daughter. How I look in this life doesn't really matter, not in the ways that are important in eternity.
I suppose 60 isn't going to make any difference in any real way. It is just a number. But, today, this Saturday I am still going to feel young, because next week I will be 60!
I have gained and lost weight too many times to count. I beat myself up about it and somebody helps me do that too. I start feeling worthless and sad. Then I recall that I am God's beloved daughter. How I look in this life doesn't really matter, not in the ways that are important in eternity.
I suppose 60 isn't going to make any difference in any real way. It is just a number. But, today, this Saturday I am still going to feel young, because next week I will be 60!