Feeling my age, slowing down.
It’s a daily challenge to focus on what can be done versus can’t or shouldn’t.
Kate told me I was lucky, related to her, not aging.
“Momo, you’re the only person I’ve had sleepovers with. You’re lucky.”
I am lucky or blessed, to sound less like I bet and won the lottery.
Late yesterday, I felt unlucky when I couldn’t find my black change purse, containing two credit cards, driver’s license, and about $10. It disappeared somewhere between the Common Crow market and Sage’s floral shop.
After fumbling around in the dark parking lot, trying to see if it’d slipped between seats, I gave up, went home, brewed some tea and felt old, vulnerable and lost. Lost without Jud to listen, put on his coat, grab a flashlight and search the car. But Jud was nowhere to be seen and it was dark and I couldn’t bear to go back out, so did what I could: prayed, called to freeze the credit cards, and ate a piece of dark chocolate.(O.K. two pieces.)
Rushed out this morning to meet friends for breakfast, then on to a program of Lessons and Carols with our book group. After hearing my tale of woe, Meredith said,”As soon as this is over, I’ll go out to the car and search. I can bend my knees and crawl around.”
Meredith found the lost change purse.
I found God sometimes shows up as a friend, who’ll bend knees, even crawl, to find what or who is lost.
Quite an adventure.
Adventure…”a bold, risky undertaking.”
And it was.
and is, when one pauses and ponders.
This risk-taking God, Jesus Christ, came and continues to come because He can’t bear to let any of us fall into the cracks of life, to stay lost.
God’s Adventure, searching for lost treasure.
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There is something in my eye again, like there often seems to be when I read your writing…. Thank you.
My eyes, too, Laurie. I’d never seen adventure in Advent before…God’s bold daring to come to us, pursue us, lift us out of the cracks, dig into the depths to find us, lost treasures.
It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one slowing down with age. Very timely comment: “Jesus Christ continues to come because He can’t bear to let any of us fall into the cracks of life, to stay lost.” I think of you often and remember good times in college days.
Thank you, dear Evie. How good to hear from you. You were a very good roommate in college. I was “lucky.”
You are a treasure worth finding Jan.
As are you, Dan. Thank you for your encouragement.
Dear JanJust finished reading your blog, and the phone rang. Went to get the phone and fell on the floor. Paul was at rehab so I was alone. I didn’t hurt anything but sat there and laughed. We are also feeling old. The doctors told him a year ago this June that there was nothing they could do for him. Sue and Tim came home from Oregon to be close to us and to live with Jared, our autistic grandson. He is 25 and has his own condo. He will always have to have someone with him. We have four grandchildren married and will be great grandparents in March. We will have a Maggie like you. She will be Margaret Eileen. Went to the Christmas Tea last Saturday and I always think of you, they are precious memories. Our speaker was Rachel Britton from Grace Chapel. Have a Blessed Christmas with your family. Love Eleanor
This missive ministered to even though it is a year old now! Thank you for your goodness and faithfulness. As I sat in front of you during the Christmas Gala a few weeks back I was overcome with memories and not knowing what to say. Please remember what a treasure you have always been and that our God Is ever faithful to meet every need.
With love. Joyce Ruppell (Barringtn 1975)