On Getting Old
I was standing at the double sink of our 1950’s farmhouse in the Blue Ridge Mountain Range of the Appalachian Mountains. My gaze set on the eight blueberry bushes and the long row of heirloom white grapes – elbow deep in dish soap bubbles and my 17-year old son, my “baby,” came in the mudroom door and stopped at the sink in the kitchen. Continue reading here…
Susan, I so appreciated the reminder that while priorities change as we grow older, one priority remains – staying in the Word. I am so grateful for the lifeline we have been given for every single one of our days!
And yes, the priority increases! xo
Every one of them. These last 70 days have been rough.