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Millpond Ink Musing, 2015 – Of Aging Saints, Youth and Grumbling
I find that my mind is continually racing. Though I am older now and cannot run as fast or as far physically, the ground that I have covered in years, and my experiences, both good and bad, present fields of thought as wide as the heavenly expanses; producing through my remembrances blessings of a Father’s great mercy.
To meet with Jesus nightly, as I found myself tonight at 3 AM, is the sweetest of occasions as I walked back with Him along the rows of the harvests past: some of wheat; far too many of chaff.
(As for these early morning meetings, old people with childlike hearts are easily awoken. Young people; who want to escape childhood, sleep long hours.)
Nonetheless, while my walk with Him since retirement is a sort of jubilee, I think it soon will be time to plant again. Though my fields have seemed to lie fallow since I last worked outside the home, it appears time again to sow.
‘But sow what?’ I ask of Him.
‘So what?’ The slothful and unfaithful man inside retorts.
‘Ignore him,’ I grumble to myself.
(As for grumbling, please let me say that old men have earned the right to grumble; not in the sense that we’re commanded not to grumble or complain; just because we’re old and sound that way. Young people haven’t the length of life to know how and what to grumble about; certainly not with the deep rasp and angst that is required by my learned definition. My goodness, their voices haven’t changed!)
The fact is though, I don’t know what to sow or where. I believe the Lord has led me to share my Musings and Darts in my blog, but I wonder if there isn’t more. There is more; isn’t there? Still, I trust You, Lord, and love our early morning jaunts. And, yes Lord, I know You guide my steps.
(Now, what I’ve just shared is finally something that old and young share alike: concern about their futures, and hopefully, we share a trust in God! Of course, I can now hear the wisdom of youth ending this discussion by saying, ‘Yes, however shortened your future is old man!’)
(To that? Yes, I grumble.)
