Heartache is inevitable in life I suppose. In my 63 years my heart has been broken and put back together so many times that it’s probably unrecognizable. My heart broke with each of my miscarriages. Knowing I have children in heaven with my dad is comforting. My heart broke when some of my grand babies met the same fate. God must have been longing for them, I tell myself. My heart broke when our younger daughter was sick and then when our older daughter got sick...when I thought I was going to lose my sister and when my mom believed that my brother and I hated each other...with the demise of “best friendships”, betrayal of trust and the loss of marriages and the death of beloved family members... even the four legged ones.
When your young you don’t ever think about growing old, when you’re old you’re always wishing you could turn back time and have a do over... I don't think I'll ever get that do over, my mistakes are many, but I can purpose in my heart to have a start over. The Bible says in Phillipians 3:13 to forget what lies behind and to press forward to what lies ahead. I'm pressing God...pressing on.
when did YOU get to be 63?
ReplyDeleteI'm only 63 chronologically...I'm mentally half that age and I try not to think about how old I feel physically lol.
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