“The Life in Your Years”

Frank is a senior citizen, yet his heart is anything but over the hill. On the contrary, it is of a little boy joyfully and proudly walking by his momma’s side. His eyes sparkle as this duo round the walking track. Frank’s momma is a petite, soon to be 90 years old, bundle of bliss as she hovers over her walker.

Their mom and son walk is not in silence. While sharing laughter, language and togetherness, they somehow shout a meaningful message to all who are blessed to witness their bond. They walk not out of necessitated effort but, rather, effortlessly out of possessing the treasure of family caring and sharing.

My heart does not feel sorry for the slow pace this pair maintains; but my soul does pity the fast stepped athletic walkers, who speedily whiz by and totally overlook their reflection of what life, healthy as God created it to be, truly looks like. Why do human soles race to exercise their bodies so longevity is theirs, when stopping to walk by another’s faltering side is “soul”y the way to eternal life? As Abraham Lincoln so rightfully proclaimed, “And in the end, it is not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”.

Thank you, God, for gifting my life the present (and presence) of Frank and his momma. They are my inspiration and Your testimony. Bless them for blessing me…