Changes

Some days I feel OLD. My body creaks, pops, and suffers from dysfunction. My thoughts range from, “why me?” to, “not again!” I see young people enjoying activities I can no longer participate in. My memories of the “good old days” are downright depressing. Then I see a young person confined to a wheelchair. Someone who is unable to tend to even his most basic needs without assistance. And I am shamed. How dare I complain? I may be aged, but I still have some dignity and abilities.

Then my recollections take a turn. I never could ride a bike. I couldn’t dance…two left feet and no sense of rhythm. Haven’t run since I was a kid. Did a lot of walking back then. May not go as far as I used to but. I’m still moving forward on my own two feet. May sit on benches more often, but enjoy watching the passersby. Sometimes smiling over their choice of clothes, yet recalling the outfits I once put together. Shopping is easier now!

Times have changed. So have I. For better or worse. Everything will continue to change. That is a fact of life. And by the grace of God, I still have life!