Getting Old Is Not for Sissies (standard:humor, 903 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 10 2019	Views/Reads: 1428/1026	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
No memory is better and more refreshing than my times with God.

I will not admit to being old, but I am older than I was 10 years ago.
Those 10 years have been filled with all kinds of things helping me to 
get older. 

I saw an article that said that 60 is the new 40. I have no idea what
that means, but I think out in our culture there is an obsession about 
age. People cannot accept getting older. 

This year was the 50th anniversary of my high school graduation.
Unfortunately, I did not get to go, but I did see many of the pictures 
from that celebration. Looking at those pictures, I did not know how 
old my high school friends really were. It probably was a good thing 
that I did not go for a variety of reasons. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were sitting around
enjoying an evening cup of coffee. Nothing like a good hot cup of 
coffee to settle the nerves. It's not that I have nerves, but it's just 
an excuse to drink coffee. 

I think of what my old uncle Ed used to say, “I never had a bad cup of
coffee, but I do confess I have had a cup that was better than others.” 
That seems to be my sentiment as well. 

The older I get, the more I enjoy my coffee. One year I tried to switch
from coffee to hot tea. Sorta like the Britons do. Let me say I did not 
last the whole year with drinking hot tea. No wonder Britains speak 
with an accent. I decided to go back to coffee and I am unanimous in 
that decision. 

Getting back to my wife and me drinking coffee together, the
conversation shifted in the direction of how old we actually are. 

“Boy, we've come a long way, haven't we?” I think my wife is right in
that observation. 

We spent a few moments reminiscing about what people call the “good old
days.” I must say we had quite a few of them. Of course, my wife 
remembers more of them and the details about them then I do. But that's 
okay. Sharing a memory is one of the great blessings of life. 

It is often said by certain people that we remember things in the past
better than we do things that have happened today. I go along with 
that. I cannot remember what I had for breakfast today, but I do 
remember what I was doing 50 years ago. 

Fifty years ago, I began my Bible college days. Then, a year later I met
what became the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Those memories are 
forever etched in my mind. 

What is strange about this is that I can remember more details each year
than I did the year before. Oh, isn't memory a wonderful thing. 

The thing that troubles me is that my wife remembers a memory different
than I remember that same memory. 

She begins a conversation by saying, “Do you remember...” Then she'll go
off when some memory deep in the past. Some of the details of that 
memory seem to be familiar, but I go along with her. 

It is wonderful to have memories and everybody has memories. The thing
is, some people have good memories and some people up bad memories. 
Some people choose to focus on their bad memories and others choose to 
focus on their good memories. 

The other day I forgot something I was trying to remember. For the life
of me, I could not remember it. Why is it that you cannot remember 
so0me things that are happening right now? 

Then it hit me. My memory is like a computer disk, which has a certain
amount of memory on it. Once you use all the memory, you cannot put any 
more memories on it. You must get a new disc. 

I wonder if that is what's going on with my memory? Maybe I have used up
most of my memory space. 



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