On eleven April I celebrated my 54th birthday. That doesn’t seem so old but as I draw nearer to sixty I find myself thinking “old” and not “older”. Wonder why that is? We find some birthdays dramatic and even crisis mode and others clear sailing. Thus far, no birthday has been anything other than gratefully appreciated. After all, consider the alternative to waking up above ground. Doesn’t bear much thinking, eh?
“All things shall be well
As truly as God is our Father, so truly is God our mother