Waiting

I hate waiting. Standing in line. Stuck in traffic. Slow internet. Put on hold. Wasted time.

I want things instanteously. The microwave can even be too long for me.

This craving for quick delivery…for two-day Prime…is rooted in the belief that the universe should revolve around me.

I would never admit as much. But it is a thought buried deep in my mind.

I want things to respond to me, listen to me, cater to me, serve me.

The remote control life.

Alexa. Seri. Hey Google.

It is a tempting belief in our technological world. We have almost succeeded in making it a bubble of reality.

But it is an illusion.

The universe doesn't revolve around me. Not even cosmologically.

I am a creature. Time-bound. Mortal. Limited. Weak.

Not the center of the universe.

And God wants me to learn to wait.

Waiting reminds me that there are things bigger than myself…that time moves independently of me…that God doesn't operate on my time table.

It forces me to stop.

To take notice of things that I might miss.

To reflect on who I am.

To learn to long for the future.

Advent is a season of waiting.

But when the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption as sons (Galatians 4:4-5).

The fullness of time.

God's time table.

Israel waited….and waited…and waited…

But Messiah came on God's schedule not theirs.

Not to rule on earth but to redeem humanity.

Not to establish His righteous kingdom but to populate it.

With those who would hear Him, believe Him, receive Him, submit to Him.

Now we wait again…

Longing.

Anticipating.

Desiring the day when Messiah returns to rule.

To reign.

To reverse the curse on this decaying world.

To destroy death.

To bring in everlasting peace.

So Christ, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time, not to deal with sin but to save those who are eagerly waiting for Him (Hebrews 9:28). 

Even so, come, Lord Jesus!

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An Eight-Day Whirlwind (and Relatively Cheap) Tour of the West

My wife and I just recently returned from a 8-day whirlwind tour of the southwest. A few people asked for our itinerary so here you go.

DAY 1. Fly into Las Vegas. Flights are relatively cheap with lots of options. If you are coming from the East, you can gain a few hours as well. Don't get side-tracked in the casinos or your goal of a cheap tour goes out the window :). We borrowed a car from friends of ours who live out in the Vegas area but rental cars should be reasonable in cost. If you can get an SUV, it will make travel that much better. 

If you get into Vegas early enough, you can drive straight toward Zion National Park. It is a 2 1/2 hour drive through beautiful (but barren) landscapes. Book a night in the La Quinta or one of several other nice hotels in Springdale, UT (right outside the western gate of Zion). If you are not too tired, go ahead and get a few hours of late afternoon/early evening touring of Zion. This is an ideal time because the weather will be cooler and you should be able to find a free parking spot within the Park (otherwise you will pay $20-30 to park outside the gate). Buy a National Parks annual pass for $80. Ride the Zion Shuttle bus all the way to the end of the route to get a great overview of the park (and listen to the whole narration on the tour bus). Hike to the Narrows and go as far as you want into the Canyon. This is an amazing hike but you will need water shoes and a good walking stick. Then if you have time, ride the shuttle back toward the visitor's center, get in your car, and go to the Canyon Overlook trail to catch the sunset.

If you can purchase or bring a small cooler, it will come in handy often on your trip. Buy a bunch of bottled waters, Gatorade, and/or soft drinks, along with some sandwich meat, cheese, bread, and protein bars. Use the hotel ice machine for the ice. Keep it in your car as your "main supply" and then bring a backpack to take your sandwiches, protein bars, and water bottles on your hikes.

DAY 2. Eat an early breakfast at the hotel and then try to get into the park before 8am…again to find a free parking spot in the Park. It will fill up quickly, especially in the summer. Whatever you do, don't forget your favorite pillow in the hotel :). Bring a backpack with waters, sandwiches, and protein bars. Ride the shuttle bus to whichever hike(s) you want to do in Zion. There are numerous good ones! We hiked to Weeping Rock and then hiked up toward Hidden Canyon which was unfortunately closed (along with Angel's Landing which is one of the primo hikes in Zion) due to a flash flood that hit the area a few weeks earlier. We still hiked high enough on the trail to get some great views. You can continue on toward Observation Point but this is a 4-mile hike up about 2000 feet in elevation. (There is a better way to get there which we will cover later.) We rode the shuttle bus back to the Zion Lodge where we ate our sandwiches and then hiked to the Emerald Pools (more like algae pools with lots of mud) but a decent hike nonetheless. We then rode the shuttle bus back to the Zion Museum and watched the film on Zion and walked through the exhibits. Finally we rode back to the Visitor's Center and drove out the eastern gate of Zion toward Kanab, UT.

We checked into our hotel in Kanab. We stayed at the Canyons Boutique Hotel which was very nice and relatively inexpensive. There are several hotels owned by the Canyons group which all seem to be fairly nice but the Boutique Hotel is probably the best. (Parry Lodge also looked nice as well as some of the major chains on the main drag of Kanab.) We walked to the Kanab Pharmacy which has a great ice cream shoppe and then walked around downtown Kanab. It is a great little town which sits right in the middle of Zion, Bryce Canyon, Lake Powell, and the north rim of the Grand Canyon. Kanab was also the site of many old Western movies and TV shows, including Gunsmoke, the Lone Ranger, F Troop, and the Outlaw Josey Wales. When you see the surrounding landscape, you'll understand why. We ate dinner at the Iron Horse which was adequate but nothing to write home about.

DAY 3. Eat breakfast at the hotel and then head toward Bryce Canyon National Park, about 75 miles from Kanab. Stop at the Forscher German Bakery in Orderville, UT for some great pastries and coffee along the way.

Once in Bryce (using your National Parks pass, otherwise you will pay another $35), go to the first viewpoint exit which is Sunrise Point (near the horse stables and the Bryce Lodge). Take in the incredible views of Bryce from the rim and then hike the Queens Garden/Navajo loop starting at Sunrise Point (you can go the opposite direction around the loop but we think this way is best). This is an awesome hike into the canyon with up close views of the hoodoos and unique topography of Bryce. When you get toward the end of the loop, you will have a choice between the Two Bridges trail and the Wall Street trail. We almost took the Two Bridges trail (since it sounded more interesting) but another couple told us to take Wall Street and we were not disappointed. Wall Street takes you through a slot canyon that feels like Petra in the Middle East (watch Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade). The worst part is the switchbacks at the end that take you back to the top of the canyon. It is a hard climb so take plenty of stops and make sure you have plenty of water. The other option of starting the loop at Sunset Point, in my opinion, will lessen the initial view of Wall Street and give you a more gradual but much longer trek back up the canyon in direct sun.

After your hike, go eat your sandwiches in the beautiful, air conditioned lobby of the Bryce Lodge and check out the gift shop if you want. Then take the drive to the end of Bryce Canyon National Park to Rainbow Point. Take in the views and then on the drive back stop at some of the other viewpoints such as Agua Canyon, Natural Bridge, and Fairview Point.

On the way back to Kanab, stop at the Thunderbird Restaurant in Mount Carmel, UT for dinner. It is a historical little hotel and restaurant with a unique history and a 9-hole golf course. Their pies and chocolate brownie sundae are great too! (The homemade bread, which they advertise prominently as "ho-made bread" was only so-so.)

DAY 4. Eat breakfast at the hotel and then head toward the north rim of Grand Canyon National Park, about 80 miles from Kanab. This will be another 1 1/2 to 2 hour drive with beautiful sites but little civilization, except the Jacob Lake Inn (which we will get to on the way back).

Use your National Park pass to get into the park. The traffic should be sparse and the crowds a lot less on the north rim…but the views are just as spectacular, if not more so than the south rim. Go to the North Rim Lodge and Visitor Center and get an overview of the trails and viewpoints. We were not much in a hiking mood so we did the short Bright Angel Point trail which takes you out to a peninsula overlooking the Grand Canyon. It will be impossible to take in what you are seeing but try to anyway.

From there, we hopped back into our car and took the winding scenic road toward Cape Royal. We stopped at Point Imperial, the highest point in Grand Canyon National Park, along the way. We ate our lunches overlooking the canyon. Quite a view! The rest of the drive to Cape Royal seems like it takes forever with many blind turns and a few chipmunks that dart in front of you from time to time. Cape Royal has a nice little trail to a great look-out point where you can see Angel's Window. We also stopped at Walhalla Overlook and Roosevelt Point on the way back. All of them give you a "big sky" view of the canyon. It is awesome to see thunderstorms rolling in over various parts of the park, some probably being 50-100 miles away. 

After taking in all the viewpoints (and taking a multitude of insufficient panoramic shots on my Android), we headed back to Kanab. We stopped at Jacob Lake Inn for dinner. Great stop with good food and absolutely wonderful cookies!

DAY 5. You have so many options in this part of the country that it is mind-boggling. We contemplated re-visiting one of the national parks, hiking to Buckskin Gulch, taking an ATV tour to Peekaboo Canyon, or canyoneering in a slot canyon with Zion Ponderosa Ranch. We opted for the latter. Zion Ponderosa Ranch is a great outdoorsy resort on the east side of Zion National Park. They have a ton of lodging options (including glamping) along with a variety of amenities and tours. They have a 1/2 day canyoneering tour, full day, and now a Jeep tour with canyoneering thrown into the mix. We opted for the 1/2 day. 

We ate a quick breakfast and then headed out to Zion Ponderosa Ranch, about 30 miles from Kanab. We met our guide (Sam), who taught us the basics of rappelling and then gave us a practice run on their 50 foot climbing wall. Then, with another father and daughter in our group, we headed out to Huntress Slot Canyon for a good 3-4 hours of hiking and rappeling through the canyon. We absolutely loved it…except for the tredging through red sand and the one rappel that landed in a small cesspool of water at the bottom of the canyon. No way to avoid the stinky water at the bottom so Liz and I opted to rappel barefoot in order not to ruin our shoes (which were already sort of ruined from all the red sand on our hikes but landing in nasty cesspool water seemed like the end of them). The barefoot strategy worked well until I somehow stepped on a hornet when I stepped out of the cesspool. That sure woke me up!

After we got back to Zion Ponderosa, we ate our sandwiches under a shaded canopy and then enjoyed a mocha milkshake from their coffee shop. We toured around the ranch for awhile and then headed back to Kanab. That afternoon we rested, did laundry at the local laundromat, and then ate dinner at Lotsa Motsa Pizza. The calzones were actually pretty good and relatively cheap. We were happy…and had clean clothes again.

That night we drove out to the countryside to view the stars. Someone told us that we could see the space station in the sky at 9:31pm at 10 degrees in the horizon toward the NNW. We think we might have seen it. But if nothing else, the moon was full, the stars were plentiful, and my date for the evening was beautiful :).

DAY 6. This happened to be Sunday for us. So we went to Calvary Chapel in Kanab for worship. It is always awesome to meet other believers and realize how much you have in common because of the grace of God, the death of Christ, and the indwelling of the Holy Spirit!

After church, we again had a multitude of options for hikes and activities around the Kanab area. However, during the canyoneering adventure, we learned that Zion Ponderosa had a trailhead to Observation Point in Zion National Park. From within the park, this is a 4 mile hike up 2000 feet of elevation. However, from Zion Ponderosa, it is a 3 mile hike with relatively little elevation change since you start near the top of the mesa. We thoroughly enjoyed the hike. It was quiet with peeks of the beauty of Zion along the way. Once we made it to Observation Point, the view was incredible…though the sheer edges with the 2000 foot drop were a little unsettling, especially when you see people sitting on the edge and leaning out to take pictures. No wonder there are an average of 160 deaths in National Parks each year! Surprisingly most of these deaths do not occur in Zion nor from falling off cliffs but rather from drowning and car accidents.

We hiked back to Zion Ponderosa in the late afternoon and then got back to Kanab in the early evening. Sunday night in Kanab means that there are not many restaurants open. We ended up at Luo's Chinese Restaurant almost by default…but the food was good and the fortune cookie said that "Your happiness is intertwined with your outlook on life." Not a bad piece of cookie wisdom! And when your outlook includes an humble awareness of God's awesomeness in creation and a sure hope for the future because of the resurrection of Jesus Christ then you have a good foundation for joy.

DAY 7. If your time was short, you could use Day 7 to drive back to Las Vegas and fly back home. Not a bad trip, seeing three national parks, enjoying some beautiful hikes, and having a little adventure canyoneering. But we had an extra day so we decided to take the long way back to Vegas, driving to Lake Powell and then driving around the Grand Canyon to the south rim.

We ate breakfast, checked out of our hotel, and drove toward Lake Powell, about 70 miles from Kanab. We stopped at the Wahweap Overlook to get a good view of Lake Powell and then stopped at Glen Canyon Dam to take in an engineering marvel. If you love water sports, you could spend a day at Lake Powell. We also heard that Antelope Canyon was a site to see but by the time we looked up the tours, everything was booked. Instead we enjoyed viewing the dam (all the tours were booked here as well) and then took a brief excursion to Horseshoe Bend. This bend in the Colorado River around an enormous rock creates an incredible site, great for pictures.

For lunch, we stopped at Big John's Texas BBQ in Page, AZ and then headed down one of the most desolate stretches of highway I have seen…Hwy 89 from Page, AZ to Cameron, AZ (80 miles) and then Hwy 64 to the South Rim (33 miles). The only thing between Page and Cameron are some side-of-the-road Indian jewelry tents and a lone gas station in Gap, AZ. We were thankful for that gas station!

In the afternoon, we were able to hit the south rim of Grand Canyon National Park. This is certainly not a park to try to do in one afternoon but we did it anyway. We stopped at the Desert View, Lipan, Moran, and Grandview points. Again, the sites were breath-taking and awe-inspiring…though in our case, the haze in the sky (possibly from the wildfires) limited the full scope of our view. We then stopped at the Visitor Center, enjoyed some great ice cream, and then walked out to Mather Point.

That night we drove to Flagstaff, AZ…another relatively long drive through beautiful, unpopulated areas…and stayed the night in Sleep Inn. The cool weather of Flagstaff was a welcome relief as we walked to a local Your Pie for some great pizza.

DAY 8. We ate breakfast at the hotel, enjoyed a long talk with a Vietnam Vet from Kansas, and then headed down to Slide Rock State Park. I had visited this park with my oldest son when he turned 13 and wanted to see it again. The drive is gorgeous through a forested canyon and the state park is unique. It is a virtual natural water park with water slides created from cold water descending through the mountains. The water is ice cold but feels refreshing when you are done.

Sedona is just a hop and a skip down the road from Slide Rock but we decided to get back on the road to Las Vegas. Along the way, we ate a late lunch at Siren's Cafe in Kingman, AZ (on historic Hwy 66) and then made an afternoon stop at Hoover Dam. Here we were surprisingly able to get tour tickets, which were well worth the $15 each. The engineering expertise that it took and the construction challenges that they faced in building Hoover Dam were fascinating, especially considering that it was built during the Great Depression (1931-35)!

The heat at the Dam was oppressive, being around 108 degrees when we stepped out of the car. It practically took my breath away. They can talk about dry heat not being as bad as humid heat but when it is 108 degrees it simply doesn't matter!

When we got back in the car and headed back to Vegas, we were so exhausted and dehydrated that Jamba Juice became our dinner of choice.

We stayed the night in our friends' condo and then flew back home the next morning.

Eight days. Six national parks (including the two dams). One state park. 1200 miles. 600 pictures. And a myriad of memories. All for around $2000 total (including airfare, food, lodging, recreation, and gas). Not too bad!

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Awe

Awe.

What is it?

A sense of wonder. A sense of transcendence. A sense of your own smallness.

You stare at the Grand Canyon in awe.

The beauty. The enormity. The grandiosity.

Wading through the Narrows of Zion National Park. Hiking through the hoodoos of Bryce Canyon. Driving through Red Canyon and the Vermillion Cliffs.

You want to take pictures. You want to capture the moment.

But pictures rarely do justice.

You want to take it all in but you can’t.

Something tells you that you are seeing something significant.

Something that beckons you to stop, to pause, to worship.

Not the wonders themselves but the Wonder-Maker behind them.

Of all creatures, we were made to worship.

I don’t think the bighorn sheep or the chipmunks or the deer stop and gaze at their surroundings.

You don’t see animals gather around to be amazed.

Awe was not instilled in them. But in us. As humans.

We are the ones who stand in long lines to ride shuttle buses that take us through the wonders of Zion. Or gather in droves at the rim of the Grand Canyon.

We are the ones who take pictures, draw paintings, write poems, sing songs.

We even gather in large stadiums to watch athletes play games, perform feats, make highlights.

We want to be amazed.

“Did you see that?!”

Awe beckons us to worship.

The question is not “will we worship?” but “what will we worship?”

Will we worship the creation or the Creator?

The wonder or the Wonder-Maker?

Our own mortal bodies and temporal lusts and ambitions or the God who made us and put eternity in our hearts?

The longing of our souls is the longing for God.

So come let us worship and bow down.

Let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker.

For He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture, and the sheep of His hand (Psalm 95:6-7)

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I Lost My Pillow

I lost my pillow.

Not something to be too upset about. After all, it is just a pillow.

But maybe not.

I have had this pillow since I was probably three or four. My grandmother made it for me. Duck down. A blue, red, and white cover filled with large letters and numbers. Made for a small child. Made for me.

Cool to the head.

I slept on it from the time I was four.

As I look back over 50 years of my life, it may sound strange but I have always had that pillow. It was what I slept on while living on Nyquist Circle. Times I can barely remember. It went with me when we moved further out into the country on County Road 16-A. I was seven then.

I slept on it during those awkward pre-teen times, during my teenage years, even when I first went to college.

My roommates thought it was just a small flat pillow. Nothing special. I probably didn’t think too much of it myself. But it was important enough to take to college with me.

Graduating. Moving to New Orleans. Getting married.

Always sleeping on that same pillow.

When I got married, I don’t think my wife knew about my pillow. I didn’t think to tell her. Sort of a strange conversation, “Liz, before we get married, I have to tell you about my pillow.”

We just got married…and there was my pillow.

I’m sure sometime early on, I told her about it.

“My grandmother made it for me. I think she made it out of duck down. All I know is it is soft, cool, and great to sleep on. I have slept on it all my life.”

Made sense to her. She even helped me take care of it. The poor thing probably had thirty different covers sewn over it. I would wear one out and my mom would make a new one. My wife took over the task after we were married.

I took it on most of our trips. Not all of them. Sometimes I forgot to take it. Sometimes I simply didn’t want to take it. The chances of losing it or forgetting it were too great I guess.

Once we left it in a hotel. We had already traveled several hundred miles before I remembered. We called the hotel.

“Did you happen to find a small pillow in Room 214 [or whatever number it was]?”

“Hold on, let me check. …Yes, we did.”

“Would you mind mailing it back to us? We are too far away to come back and get it.”

“Sure. What’s the address?”

A few days later…when we were home…a Priority Mail package arrived with my pillow.

It was sort of like a mini-reunion. Like a lost friend coming home.

I suppose this all sounds sort of weird. Childish. Like Linus and his blanket. Or the childhood teddy bear that it is kept way too long. Until its stuffing is coming out.

But in a strange way that pillow was a link to my past. To my grandmother. A woman I barely got to know. She lived in Illinois while we lived in Florida. She died before I was a teenager.

Yet she made me that pillow. I am not even sure why. And as far as I know, she didn’t make one for anyone else. Or maybe this one was passed down from all my older brothers and sisters and I, being the youngest, just got to keep it.

Now that the pillow’s seemingly gone, I feel like I want to know its history. I feel like I want to honor it some way. Write it a tribute.

I guess I am.

It’s interesting how objects can carry memories. You see something and it reminds you of some event, some person, some relationship.

It even tends to attach itself to you.

I saw that during the flood that hit Baton Rouge several years ago. People lamented over lost stuff. On one hand, you think, “It’s just stuff. It can be replaced.” But on the other hand, it wasn’t “just stuff.” Many of the items swept away or ruined by the flood couldn’t be replaced. They were attached to memories. They were attached to people.

We are embodied creatures. Our soul expresses itself through physical members of our body. And with our physical members we create “things.” We buy “stuff.” We possess “possessions.” In a strange way, our soul extends itself out through our physical members and finds some kind of attachment to physical objects.

Yes, we can go too far and find our identity in the things we own. But the other side of the coin is to try to act like these things don’t matter. Be the ascetic. The mystic. The other worldly stoic who is too transcendent to notice or to mourn the loss of mere earthly objects.

But God created a physical world and gave us a physical body to enjoy it.

It is not “spiritual” to act like things don’t matter. It is actually spiritual to realize that they do.

So back to my pillow.

I left it at a hotel near Zion National Park. A La Quinta to be exact. Room 521. I have called twice to see if, by any chance, someone found it.

It has to be somewhere. Maybe the cleaning lady wrapped it up in the linens and it is yet to be discovered. Maybe she discarded it. Maybe she took it home to give it to her grandchild. Maybe it ended up under the bed for some future guest to discover.

Maybe I’ll get a phone call that it has been found.

All I know is that for now, it is lost.

The last physical object from my childhood is gone.

Except my own physical body.

And reality says that one day it will be gone too.

But I find it ironic, and mildly comforting, that I lost my pillow near Zion.

It reminds me that there is a hope for all things that are lost.

They can be found.

They can even be remade, renewed, redeemed.

The physical won’t be discarded. It will be transformed.

No more tears. No more loss. No more disease. No more death.

Because of a physical Savior who physically died to make all “things” new (Revelation 21:5).

That’s the real beauty of Zion.

And maybe my pillow will be there too.

Being held by my grandmother who I’ll have all eternity to get to know.

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50 Things I Have Learned in 50 Years

Today is my 18263th day on earth (if I got the leap years right).

50 years of life. Wow.

I remember being at a friend's 50th birthday party many years ago wondering what it would be like to turn 50.

Here I am.

Nothing is really different. I still felt the same this morning when I woke up.

50 is just a number. A mile marker. But it certainly lets you know that you have been on the road for quite a few miles. And that your warranty is long expired.

As I sit here and reflect on 50 years of life, here are 50 random things that I have learned or observed so far.

1. Life moves quickly…and quicker as you get older.

2. I can vividly remember events from my childhood days better than I can remember what I did last week.

3. Reflecting on my childhood almost feels like I am observing another life.

4. Life was simpler when I was younger.

5. Growing up in a small town was a blessing.

6. Riding your bike alone on a dark road between two graveyards is scary.

7. Nostalgia can make the past seem idyllic.

8. It is easier to eat beef when you didn't know the cow.

9. God's creation is awesome…but unfortunately less appreciated as you get older.

10. Good childhood buddies stick in your mind but are hard to stay connected to as life moves on.

11. Parents who stay faithful to each other and to their family are a rare gift.

12. Being the youngest in a large family gives you a crash course on relationships and life.

13. Seeing an older brother make a radical change in his life, going from a pot-smoking hippie to a devoted Christ follower, impacts you and everyone in your family.

14. I am thankful that I trusted Jesus Christ as my Savior at a young age.

15. Scripture memory is a discipline that shouldn't be abandoned as you get older.

16. Church business meetings can skew a young believer's view of the Christian life.

17. The adolescent years are difficult and confusing…and I can't even imagine what they are like in today's culture!

18. Typing in your initials for a high score on Galaga felt like a major accomplishment…even though it wasn't.

19. One choice can change the entire trajectory of your life.

20. Going away for college grew me up quickly.

21. The 80's were a great decade. And the Commodore 128 was a powerful computer.

22. Being on your own helps you appreciate your parents.

23. Walking into a church where you don't know anyone is an intimidating experience.

24. Failure shapes you more than success.

25. Living and learning is good…but learning and living is better.

26. Marry someone that you enjoy spending the day with.

27. A good wife is more precious than rubies (Proverbs 31:10).

28. Friendships with older couples are a blessing.

29. I hate cancer.

30. I still miss my sister.

31. Being honest about death teaches us about life.

32. Without the resurrection of Jesus Christ, we really have no hope.

33. Watching a birth really is watching a miracle.

34. Marriage taught me how selfish I am. Parenting taught me how impatient I am.

35. Being told as a new parent, "Enjoy these years because they go by so quickly," really doesn't make sense until your children are older.

36. Looking at old pictures of my boys creates a weird mixture of sorrow and joy.

37. As you get older, you tend to look back more.

38. As you get older, you groan more.

39. As you get older, you itch more.

40. As you get older, your hair leaves the places you want it to be and grows in the places that you don't want it to be.

41. As you get older, the weather forecast becomes more interesting.

42. As you get older, you can become more cynical of the world…and of others…if you are not careful.

43. As you get older, you long for some things to stay the same.

44. Contentment is a learned skill (Philippians 4:11-13).

45. Being thankful is the secret to joy.

46. Humbling yourself is the secret to relationships.

47. Gaining an eternal perspective is the secret to life.

48. Realizing that God is in control…and you are not…is the secret to rest.

49. Every day is a gift of God's grace.

50. I have tasted and seen that the LORD is good. Blessed is the man who trusts in Him! (Psalm 34:8)

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