Here's the Thing...
The thing is, I'll turn fifty-two next month, so I've been having to deal with the sudden realization that my life is almost half over. It's caused me to wonder things like:
The thing is, I'll turn fifty-two next month, so I've been having to deal with the sudden realization that my life is almost half over. It's caused me to wonder things like:
"I love my wife because she calls me out whenever I'm wrong, corrects my faults, and keeps me on the right path." ...said no real man, ever.
That's not why a real man loves his wife. So why can't women figure this out? Maybe it's because the men can't even figure it out.
Friends, the time is short.
None of us knows which day will be our last. I am more aware of this now than ever.
In my younger years, I was concerned with how I might be perceived, or whom I might offend. But I'm old now, and I find that I no longer have much concern about either of those things. And here's the thing: At the end of our lives, whom do you suppose we should be concerned with? About who's opinion of ourselves do you suppose we should concern ourselves? Is it not God's?
The chill of the pre-dawn air in the lower layer of last night's inversion stung just a little bit. But Billy knew that it wouldn't be long before the sun's radiant splendor would flip his atmosphere over, and warmth would prevail. Thus, it was easy to disregard this temporary discomfort. Eddy was not convinced, however, that their quest was even worth the effort. His bed had been warm, and he now found himself dragging his feet, wondering how his friend Billy had talked him into coming along on this fool's mission.