So, here I am now.
My children have all grown. They are adults now, no longer needing my guidance. I'm having to become accustomed to not having anything to say—even when I think I do. For everyone's sake, I truly should just keep my mouth shut, unless asked for my opinion. Everyone probably already knows what it is anyway.
My rope is getting shorter
and I fear I'm near the end.
My bridge is overloaded
it will surely break or bend.
The fabric of my being
my fears shall shortly rend,
Yet my life shall still continue
for I've found myself a friend.
I dunno… I just find myself at a point in my life where I have this overwhelming sense of awestruck wonder, and words just fail me.
Is God satisfied?
Think about satisfaction, and what it is and what it means. In regards to your marriage... what are your requirements for satisfaction? Surely intimacy comes to mind. And, of course, sex comes to mind—perhaps more for the men than for the women.