Happy birthday to me. According to an actuarial quiz, I have 4.6 more years to go. Well, maybe or maybe not. Cousin Lester is 96; cousin Vi four months shy of 100; Aunt Esther made it to 106; high school sweetheart Barb, five months older than I, was cut down by a stroke last week.
Length of years does not concern me; quality does. Just over a year ago I looked down the valley and knew no fear. When it appeared I might survive, I spent anxious hours wondering what level of recovery I would gain. I pled with God for wits and mobility and he granted a good measure both.
So what to do with whatever years remain. I have a direction in mind, but the destination is out of my hands. “…it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose” (Philippians 2:13). I happily leave destinations to him.
I chose God Leads His Dear Children Along as the theme for Barb’s September 4 memorial service. Son Kevin will sing. I will reflect on the divine mosaic that places each person into Creator God’s grand purpose and small purposes. We will gather in the chapel at Chris Jenson Health Care Center, Barb’s home the last 13 years and my Elsie’s home for her last 16 months. And my home for six weeks of rehab. Barb’s life was a parable of providence for me and her.
Finding God’s will is simple. I pick a direction I want to go and head out, knowing God will open and close doors. You can sit around forever waiting for a sign. Paul, you recall, assayed to go to Bithynia but wound up in Macedonia (Acts 16:7-9). Through the years I assayed a lot of stuff that never happened. What did happen amazes me.
Old Grandpa Lloyd