It is a warm seventy-five for
a day in February, with a
refreshing gust of wind from
time to time.
One street over, the same
dog that barked its head off
yesterday is doing it today.
I’d guess that it was the same
train that went through with
a different engineer because
the horn blasts were new. It
was two shorts and long. Rest
and repeat. Rest and repeat.
What came next I couldn’t see.
It came and went too fast to go
take a look. The sound of a
military jet was so ear breaking
awesome, I was ready to reenlist
on the spot!
For me, twenty years in the army
flashed by with the sound of the
jet. That dog is still barking.
Daily I am faced with the reality
that I can no longer do what I
loved to do so long ago and not
so long ago.
I must be content with the things
I can do now. As I have gotten
older I rather do more, not less.
The Lord knows our limitations,
but we serve a God who shows us
his unlimited grace.
I trust God will open yet another
door I now cannot see. The dog is
tiring. I, too, may be tired.
But I do not tire of your grace or
your love for me. Age has stepped
in but my time is in your hands.
By your unending grace, I can serve
you as I am now because you are
the God who made me who I was
with the knowledge of who I was