Something to Think About

Picture this: You are now 76 years old. Lots has happened in your life. First you were a daughter. You were always a hard worker. You had to be, there was no choice for you. Everyone in your family had to work. You worked from sun up to sun down. Your Dad died in an early age of alcolism. You loved your Dad so much that even after he has been gone 50 years you still remember the day he passed away. Your Mom died of neumonia. Your were also a sister. One sister burned in a fire, the other died of cancer, one brother died of alcolism, the other of cancer and so it goes. You loved all your brothers and sister alot. Yet, the two sisters still living hardly communicate with you or with each other. Then you became a wife. Hard work continued, for then you became a mother. Your husband was always away, so you had to work to feed your flock. Staying up all night so that you could sew a pair of pillow-cases in order to sell them the next morning so that your babies would not go hungry. You had many pregnancies, in fact you had 16 babies. Not all survived. Seven of those 16 babies grew to be adults. Life continued. Then you lost your fist adult child, he was only 26. Cancer had reared its ugly head and within months he was gone, living behind a very empty hole in your heart. He used to come visit you everyday after work, without fail. Now the afternoon would come around without this visit. More changes came and went. Then, your much loved son-in-law, passed away at a very early age. You loved him as if he was your son - this hurt you so and it hurt you to see your daughter devastated by this ugly thing called death. Four months after this untimely death came the "unexpected" death of your husband of 41 years. This sent you reeling down an even darker road. Your daughter could not take this blow, having first her husband and now her Dad (the two most important men in her life) pass away. So in a few months she was gone too. This was devastating to you and you have never really recovered. Life as you new it, or expected it, had now changed dramatically. More changes would come as some of your adult children's lives were torn by drugs. And on and on we could go.

Now at 76, having lived a lifetime you are a still a sister, mom, a grandma, a great-grandma yet you sit alone. What do you think about? Yes, you are not very nice with your words. And at times you are not nice at all, but...

Is this what is left of you after giving so much? Is this what it boils down to, sitting alone with your memories. Wondering what happened, where did it all go?

Something to think about...something to ponder...How would you feel if this was you? How would I live thinking that in "my old age" this is going to happen to ME?

Psalm 71:9 - Do not cast me of in the time of old age; do not forsake me when my strength fails.