A Family Keepsake…or Don’t Push Me Into My Grave

We had a snowstorm and the mail stayed in Syracuse another day and today a large stack of mail was shoved in my box—way back. It happens that way in winter, as our mail carrier tries to keep our mail dry.

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There was the usual junk mail, which I don’t open but tear it up into small pieces where my name and address are attached. I began tearing a piece of mail when green leaves on a tree fell out. I unfolded it and was a bit sad that I didn’t take the time to look at it whole.

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…until I saw this~

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You know what this means, don’t you?

It means someone out there knows what age bracket you are in. I bet you’ve found this kind of mail in your box too. I find it so shocking, to have the words, “funeral” and “burial” shoved in my face. Granted, I’m not denying my age, but please don’t remind me! And I don’t deny that we (Umpire and I) have not been making plans.

I remember my first big shock was getting my first AARP letter—at age fifty!  5-0.  Come on, I still had a lot of life left to live. Some of my best travel adventures happened after fifty!

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Church in Slovakia

 

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Slovakia

 

 

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Colorado
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Mt. Antero, CO

 

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Alaska

 

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Harvester Island with Leslie Leyland Fields

 

I’ve been reading the Bible chronologically this year and this morning I read the parting of the Red Sea. Let me remind you that when Moses started this journey with the people of Israel he was in his eighties. I do know that humans lived longer back in those days. They also lacked chemicals in the air, and their foods were organic. They lived simple lives, with simple tasks.  But Moses was eighty.

So, when God calls you to do a job for him, he doesn’t care how old you are. He wants to see a willing heart and fill it with wisdom. He wants you to be seeking him, seeking to be holy after him, full of compassion and mercy. He’s waiting for you and me to move forward, to keep a sharp eye out for where he wants to fit us into his plan.

A willing heart will hear the call and answer…we don’t want to hesitate because we’re not “youthful.” And if you need encouragement, read about those pioneers who went ahead of us.

 

“Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we’d better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!”

Hebrews 12:1-3 MSG

 

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8 thoughts on “A Family Keepsake…or Don’t Push Me Into My Grave

  1. Beautiful photos and such an important perspective! “So, when God calls you to do a job for him, he doesn’t care how old you are. He wants to see a willing heart and fill it with wisdom.” Yes! Love this. Glad to be your neighbor at Holley’s place today.

  2. Yes indeed. God doesn’t care how old we are. Or rather, He uses the age and experience HE has give for His purposes. And they’re grand!! I do love seeing elderly people filled with His spirit, still loving and serving however they can. I hope that’s me–and you Diane!! thank you for this!

  3. Ha! I was just talking with Todd about what I want to do the rest of my life and then I came up to the loft and read your piece! God has grand plans for everyone. Age is immaterial. Makes for an always exciting life! Thank you for this.

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