Welp…..John Lennon and Paul McCartney said it best……

Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?

Most of us listened to that song with great joy, never really thinking we will be that old….for goodness sakes, we are only like…twenty seven or so, right? But, The day is come! I am trying to keep on a upbeat keel….la, la, la like the song goes, all quirky and light….but holy moly it is real life! I say this today, the day before the day, as I woke up with a sore shoulder and feeling very creaky in the bones so it is with great disdain for the impending doom of winter closing in I must gasp… I AM OLD!

That is what birthdays do to you, at five they are fun and full of joy and a new doll, at ten when I had my first surprise party with my best friend, Vicki Pickle and at her house, her Mom and my Mom planned a fun party, all surprise and fun…that’s a good birthday! Zip ahead to when I was turning all of twenty two and I had a perfectly gorgeous tall blonde boyfriend who sent me Roses (my first ever flowers from a boy) that was a great birthday. From that point on he(who became preacherman) always lavished me with a wonderful birthday along with all the four kids( dear Lord did we really have four? whew!) they made a girl feel pretty special.

Although, eventually its not cute and fun anymore, eventually its pretty much marking time and with every year I die just a little. Yes, I am being over dramatic I well know, its not really that bad but really its the memories that make me feel the melancholy. When I start to think about what all has transpired over my life time, being a “Boomer” and all, I really think we have had the best period of time. We got in on the last of the really cool ’50’s and ’60’s and survived the ’70’s and ’80’s and seem to be living to see the world self implode or so it seems. These are times that are a changing to repeat Bob Dylan and I am thankful my hope is not in anything of this world. If it were so I would need meds to cope with it.

I am so thankful for a good family heritage, they were not overt Bible carriers but still had a strong moral compass, built with fortitude and strength to survive the great sorrows of the world, they taught be to be kind and un prejudice and love people just the way they are. Then I was blessed to marry into a whole swarm of Bible carriers, Jesus believing, Holy Spirit filled heroes of the faith. I was surrounded by people who struggled but knew where to go for help. These people patterned God in front of this unsanctified girl, loved me even so and gave me the basics for knowing the Lord. Also they gave me a love that has endured through to my old age(still dramatic, I know) and a boy who grew to be a great Man of God. By the way, that did not just happen, I wasn’t that smart, I know that the Lord found me for him and he for me, He loves us that much. Now, the preacherman may question the Lord everyday about that fact but at this point he is stuck with me!

Like the song says….Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four? I sure hope so!

Bless all you other old folks….we are gonna make it!