As I’m obviously aging, I want to be like an old book whose value and beauty rest in its hombre edged faded pages, whose skin cover isn’t quite as vibrant and alluring as it once was, whose binding joining each consecutive chapter creaks and cracks when opened, and whose wisdom surfaces in washed out, underlined passages.
November and December are the months in which we think about journeying home.
We’ve been taught to stand firm in our faith, to obey the laws of our faith. Remember the children’s Sunday school chorus of the “Wiseman Built his House Upon a Rock?”
My dear friend, Lordes, is an inspiration to me. Today, she gifted me with her words.
Sometimes a beloved “heart” cuts me off. Nevertheless, I keep its memories wrapped in mine and bless it for its journeys continuing away from me.It’s hard!
While eating breakfast, I like to do the daily newspaper crossword. A clue today was “daystar.”