Ageing At Edge of Eternity (A-to-Z Challenge)

Nothing more to fear

Though eyes blur, heart sees clearer

Soon I will be Home

Exquisite, to stand this close

Blessed edge of Eternity

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To leave wrinkled days

All that’s tangled in this life

For pure perfection

Of Glory’s peace…gone stress, strife

Face to face with Jesus, JOY

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Music’s heard at edge

Angel choir singing near, and

Loved ones meet anew

Take one step, be caught in clouds

Higher than hummingbirds fly

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How whisp’ry, light breeze

The Lord has calmed every storm

Each nightmare, buried

He’s swept away harsh mem’ries

Cruel words that never belonged

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I yearn to lift arms

By my Savior be received

Love I longed for so

One nudge, and He’ll carry me

Over edge…Eternity

©V.Sparrow, 2024

4 Blessings/Lessons of Ageing (A-to-Z Challenge)

4 Blessings/lessons of ageing, file cabinet drawer C:

“CAUTION”.  When I hit 65 I began falling down.  It was way annoying (embarrassing, in public).  As usual I was slow in making the connection, realizing I’d developed neuropathy in my feet–diminishing sensation.  God is a patient Father, gentle when He speaks.  He didn’t say, “you’re no spring chicken anymore”, or holler, “watch your feet!” 

Since I didn’t expect to get older, pretty much everything that’s happening is a surprise, often a mystery.  Mysteries can make life interesting!

The falling-down-thing means I must “Slow Down”, stop rushing around like everything’s a matter of urgency–it almost never is.

Neuropathy’s 2nd lesson:  when I’d notice blood on the lovely rugs I’d purchased at steal-of-a-deal prices, I’d frown with major irritation–until I noticed my toes were bleeding because I’d bumped them or set something on them (when moving furniture).  I go barefoot at home to maximize ability to “feel” things–I’m still learning: “be more Careful”.  (Caution also applies to kitchen work–knives are intentionally sharp, oven mitts are made for a purpose.)

“CREATIVITY”.  This ageing season has other more fun blessings, though.  I never knew a “craft lady” camped inside me.  I’ve enjoyed making wreaths for myself, and as gifts; also dried flower arrangements–and “candle jars”.

It came to me as I was rinsing out a small pizza sauce jar that it had a nice shape, and warranted saving.  I’m addicted to little pizzas made with English muffins, pizza sauce and cheese–and soon had a goodly number of these jars. 

I began filling them with “little stuff”: aquarium glass pieces, tiny seashells, beads, sequins, etc.  I leave just enough room at the top for a small battery-operated votive candle/tea light).  Then I put the lid on, tie pretty ribbon around it.  Enough people like them, so I keep making ’em.

“COMMUNICATION”.  You’d think it’s a “bad word”, for all that people seem to have great difficulty in managing the necessary skill.  I’m committed to the endeavor of setting a good example, hoping that speaking/writing our thoughts/feelings clearly may move us toward the dream of World Peace.  It’s a lofty goal…I doubt I’ll live to see its fruition, but doing nothing guarantees nothing will result.  

“COMMITMENT”.  Speaking of positive endeavors–I’m committed to sharing (not preaching) about my walk with Christ, God’s goodness, the greatest adventure I’m living as a Christian.  (You never know till you try it!)

There are surely many blessings that begin with “C”.  I’ll stop with 4, due to the A-to-Z Challenge time-crunch… “time-crunch” being a factor in “ageing”.

This post is long…so, blessings on those who read😉

©V.Sparrow, 2024 

“B” Is For Blessings (of Ageing)

My blessings of ageing come from God’s gifts–it’s true that He often saves the BEST for LAST!

No more stress of working at a J-O-B.

Priorities changed as I’ve put on some decades.  I save tons of money previously spent on cosmetics, since realizing exterior beauty doesn’t guarantee good things…and can come at a high, heartbreaking cost.  What’s inside the heart has greater import.

It’s a blessing to decrease concern for what others think of me.  God knows me…loves me still.

My appreciation for ordinary days and small things has flowered with time.  When I was younger I missed much.

I’m a Night Owl…obligations to be up & ready for Life in early a.m. are infrequent these days–BLESSING!

I enjoy holidays now–I celebrate alone, no more tense gatherings.

It may sound like I’ve become self-centered, with age, but I’ve merely carved healthier boundaries.  If we don’t care for our own needs the well can run dry–and how will we serve those God puts in our path?

It’s a blessing to limit my connections to the world beyond my Upper Room.  The Internet (sometimes a mixed-blessing) and blogging have opened many doors closed to me when I was young.  There are real people inside my computer, and maybe I’ll be a positive influence in their lives…and learn from them.

But, I’m a social butterfly when I do grocery-shopping!  Strangers are rarely a threat–nor are they much troubled by a chatty old woman.  Opportunities to bless expand mutually.  These days I have time to stop–and inquire about them, their health and families.

A maturing faith and fast-flowing sense of humor are blessings I never expected years ago, and gleaning a bit of wisdom–BONUS.

The biggest blessing of ageing is the freedom I’ve gained.  Controlled by others so long, I feel I have nearly limitless choices–so I keep God first.

Of course, getting older does bring challenges…I’m working on verbal/written “brevity”.😉

©V.Sparrow, 2024