What will be your legacy?

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When one is seventy and contemplating one’s life, questions arise about one’s legacy. This was on my mind yesterday when I had an epiphany. I realized that my legacy is very limited. I have two children and no grandchildren. I haven’t won a Nobel prize or a Pulitzer. Even my writing hasn’t been published and the five textbooks that took up almost 10 years of my life are now out of print. The question remains: what have I done in life that is important. What is my legacy?

The Holy Spirit has led me to my answer. It’s not what we leave behind on Earth that is our legacy; it is what we have done that will last forever. Things of Earth will wither away and die. Only that which has been stored up in Heaven will live forever.

That being said, my question for all of my readers is this: What have you stored up in Heaven? Have you promoted the Kingdom of God? Have you lived a life that models the love of Jesus? How many souls have you saved by sharing your story? Who will meet you at the gates of Glory? How many seeds did you sow? What fruit did you produce? Do you know for sure that you will get to Heaven? Will your children? How about your friends: did you share with them the gospel of Jesus? Will they be in Heaven with you? Have you had that conversation with your spouse about being with him/her in Heaven? Do you look forward to your life in Heaven? Do you even know what Heaven is like? Have you lived on God’s precepts? Do you live for Christ? Have you given up SELF in order to be in His Kingdom?

These questions need to be pondered by all of us…young and old. The time is coming soon when we shall meet our maker. How many crowns will we get? Is our name in the book of life? Have we been forgiven? Have we forgiven those who have hurt us? Jesus says we shall not be forgiven if we don’t forgive. We can’t know Jesus unless we know the Father. Do you know God? Have you asked Christ to reign in your life? Ask the Holy Spirit to teach you the truth about life and eternal life. Read your Bible…especially spend time in the book of John that is filled with the Holy words of Jesus. You will be convicted about the truth.

God Bless.

Old and disposable…

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Yes, some things get old and all you can do is throw them away!  Makes me think about being disposable myself.  My printer bit the dust after 10 years of service…mmmm.. in dog years that makes it 70 yrs. old, same as I.

These days you don’t even have to leave the house; just get online and look for printers.  Found one that was $69…great!  Hope it lasts 10 yrs. but don’t hold  your breath.

It took me quite a while to install it.  I didn’t go to bed until midnight!  So…I guess that was about a 3 hr. job…compounded by the software repeating all the steps several times.  Finally I just turned off the computer, rebooted it, and everything worked fine.  So happy to have it.  I use it all the time.

Next time something breaks, make sure you check it out on google.com first.  If it can be fixed, you’ll find the solution there.  If not, just chuck it!  

Today is busy.  Have to play “high stakes Bingo”  jackpot $50.00.  Then bowling on wifi…last week I made three 200 scores!  Wow!  Second highest score at the Isles!  Wish me blessings!

God Bless.

Seventy Year Old Seagull…

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Seventy Year Old Seagull...

Yep…I feel like that lone seagull standing watch on the dock. She’s not as old as I, but she probably knows how I feel. Don’t know how seventy is supposed to feel; I don’t have any seventy year old friends. All my friends are still in their own homes…still having company…family all around them..grandchildren to love on. I’m just like that single solitary seagull standing on the wall. The flock has left; no family left; quietness at night. She looks around and wonders where it all went? Late at night is the worst. My mind can’t stop; sleep can’t come; alone time to ponder my future. I’d rather be sitting on the dock of the bay like that seagull.

Fragile as Clay Pots!!

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Fragile as Clay Pots!!

We are fragile as clay pots! Being 70 isn’t easy. Frank is in heart failure, I have bouts with gout, and both of us have high blood pressure along with high sugar. This means we spend half our time running to doctor appointments and then try to fit in times for games. Today, I attempted to play mah-jongg with some friends, but found out there was a special program in the room where we play. We moved on to another room, but then had to move because there was exercise class in there at 11 am. Got in two games, but no one won. It was distracting to have to move. Frank and I both spent an hour in an appointment this week and have to go back again in two weeks. Word to the wise: get in shape in your sixties so you can endure all the failings that happen with your body in your seventies…haha. Never thought I’d get gout, but I suppose it is inherited from my father. I inherited type II Diabetes from mother. Someone in the family predisposed us all to spinal stenosis…a real bear! Can hardly stand for longer than 10 minutes…too much pain.
another medical issue evolves around FOOD…why do you think God lets us fall apart when we eat certain foods…It’s the pits having to delete foods from the diet that cause high sugar and others that cause gout!! I could write a book!! Did you know that gout can be caused by eating too much purine that is found in certain foods? for some reason the body doesn’t process the way it should…shell fish, oily fish, spinach, oatmeal, asparagus, cauliflower, mushrooms, and beans of all kinds can set off an attack…and that is not all…there are many meats, especially organ meats, that also are bad. the biggy is BEER…which I do not drink anyway! Then add all the foods that have starch/sugars to my list and that leaves me with very little choice.
It’s the pits being seventy. Growing old is supposed to be a blessing from God, but I guestion that statement. If we could just grow old and not have all the aches and pains and restrictions on everything we eat, then old age could be nice…but it isn’t. Things that I loved to do are not possible anymore. The old bode wants rest.
Good luck with your own “clay pot.” Take care of it or it will break.
God Bless.