Time doesn’t stop, but keeps going whether we want it to or not. This morning, one of my sisters shared pictures of her family in our sisters’ group chat. Her youngest children are 15 and 16, and now she has a grandson. Yesterday, my youngest siblings (twins) celebrated their 37th birthday. My sister above them will celebrate her 40th in a couple of weeks. And I’ll be 53 in June.
Time doesn’t stop. It just keeps on ticking away…
Last Sunday, my dad’s church recognized him for his dedication to the church and service in the community. He’s now the church’s oldest deacon.
I was supposed to come back home on Tuesday, but ended up staying an extra day. While I was there, I took a picture with my stepmom to send to my sister in Texas, and she told me to delete it. She didn’t like the wrinkles she saw on her face (she’s 77). I really wanted her to come home with me for a few days, but she’ll never leave my dad alone. And my dad won’t visit because he can’t stop working. I guess it’s the only thing that keeps him going. I never mentioned this—probably because I just didn’t want to write about death anymore—but my dad lost his only remaining sibling two years ago. He’s the only one left. Since then, his health has really declined.
It’s a lot. A lot to watch while I’m also aging. I was talking to a couple of colleagues last week, and they kept referring to clients “around your age.” That’s when I realized I’m nearly five to ten years older than the ones I talk to regularly. It’s wild because all this time I’ve felt like we were around the same age.
So, 53 is on the horizon. In less than 20 short years, I’ll be in my 70s. Right now, I feel like I’m walking a tightrope. On either side is my will, and the rope is God’s will. Almost daily, I battle with jumping off—sometimes it takes so much out of me just to stay balanced so I won’t fall. I could easily throw in the towel and do my own thing, but I’m so dead set on seeing where God’s road will lead me. So, I remain on the rope. Y’all, I truly trust God. All I ask is for God to allow me to live another 50 or so healthy, vibrant years. Lord, I have sooooo much I want to experience, see, and do. Or maybe it won’t take me another 50 years for it all to happen. I just know there’s a lot on my list.
Okay… I believe I’ve written enough. Thanks for allowing me to spill. I needed to release what I’ve been feeling. This aging thing ain’t no joke.
Now, let me get moving! I have things to do.♥️
It’s Shaun’s World 
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