To Everything There is a Season

I read an interesting article today that stated that people created the idea of time.....

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So how old are you?

In my head, I am about 25.  In my right knee, I am about 90.

I have a 14 year old's sense of humor.

I have the appetite of a 40 year old farm hand at harvesting.

I have the metabolism of a sloth.

My feet are great-- maybe 20.

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So, what is age?

My hair is gray.  I have laugh lines and I have earned every wrinkle I own.

I am as soft-hearted as a 4 year old.

I can't get up from the floor gracefully-- I look like a rolling beach ball.

I adore my pets.... Like a 10 year old.

I have the same dreams, hopes, and aspirations as in years gone by but they have more texture.  My friends are my friends; they ignore my faults and celebrate each day.  We laugh more, talk more, are quiet more, and face our challenges with confidence that no one knows what the heck will happen.  You have to hang on, stick together, and be there for each other.

Brothers, Dan and Jim, and I have been perusing our family's past life.  It has been a study of time, energy, love, laughter, tears, joy, heart ache, and a pull-yourself up by the bootstrap existence.  We have learned that Grandma Malloy did talk (just not to us), relatives that were ill, love eternal between couples, and a deep sense of loyalty.  From Great-grandpa, Michael, who lived til he was 95 to the stillborn baby called Sister, our family mirrors what I've read in books. It wasn't easy but there was love.  The letters of support from each other kept the mail service busy....our family communicated its love for each other in visible ways on a daily basis.

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The three of us are 58 years older than in this picture.  But time has not diminished the love our family had for each other.  We've told stories of our father who passed away in 1970 and stories of our mother who passed away this January.  Looking at our smiling faces in this photograph show three children whose parents took the time to love them on a daily basis.  AND that we have learned those lessons on how to live and love with our families today.

Ecclesiastes 3:1
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: