Cranky

‘You’re only as old as you feel.’ Right?

‘Age is just a number.’

So they say (whoever they are).

I have identification; my birth certificate and driver’s license date me. 75 is the number. My heart still beats; I have a pulse and can stand on my feet. I’m alive and blessed. Many women are extremely sensitive about their age and birth date.

I once took part in voter registrations. I recall the hesitation of one lady in documenting her birth date. Time not only flies it tells no lies. We might try to hide it by coloring our hair, face lifts or tummy tucks; results are temporary at best.

Remember how early automobiles needed to be cranked? I’ll try not to be cranky. I’d compare myself to a dependable used car. Maybe I just need my battery charged; maintenance and repairs will keep me running and on the road.

“Therefore we do not give up. Even though our outer person is being destroyed, our inner person is being renewed day by day. For our momentary light affliction is producing for us an absolutely incomparable eternal weight of glory. So we do not focus on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal (2 Corinthians 4:16-18 HCSB).”