Even when I am old and gray,
do not forsake me, my God,
till I declare your power to the next generation,
your mighty acts to all who are to come.
Your righteousness, God, reaches to the heavens,
you who have done great things.
Who is like you, God? – Psalm 71:18-19
If you want to age with grace… age like Grace:
This morning I’m pulled in two directions when it comes to my writing. After three successive Hurricane Florence posts I want to turn my attention back to family. At the same time, I understand all too well that the story – and the growing tragedy – is still unfolding right here in our state. Please pray for all those affected.
However, my 1931 vintage mum (Grace) had an important birthday Saturday and she turned 87. I’d say – and especially after all the festivities surrounding dad’s 90th in July – this was definitely a day worth celebrating.
Florence did put a damper on things, keeping our daughter Naomi’s family off the road as well as keeping some key birthday grocery items off the shelves at the store. But, thankfully, we had power so I was still able to cook mum’s favorite baked salmon and scalloped potatoes.
Of course there were presents, but the most important gift was/is that of being able to be together as a family. Between them, mum and dad are a combined one hundred seventy-seven now; not too shabby and I’m sure you don’t see that number very often.
All told Saturday was a good day. My mum enjoyed her birthday dinner, they seem to have tolerable neighbors, this is a beautiful community to live in, plus we have a wonderful church family full of people who genuinely love them. Shoot, I even made them a pot of proper English tea.
So I was moved to say a few words: “It looks like it’s going to be worth having both of you hang around to see what 88 and 91 look like!”
A kick-butt speech like that probably brought tears to their eyes.
Happy birthday, mum!