Growing Better…or Just Older?

The only thing that comes without effort is old age.
Instead of counting your years – make your years count.
Forget your birthdays and start remembering your victories.
Mature wisdom only flows from the vessels of experience.

A young man is a theory:
    an old man is a fact.
A young man is a question mark:
    an old man is an exclamation point:
A young man is potential:
    an old man is fulfillment.

The error of youth is to believe intellegence is a
    substitute for experience:
The error of aging is to believe experience is a
    substitute for intellegence.

                        – by John E. Roberts

They say that I am growing old;
I’ve heard them say it times untold,
In language plain and bold –
But I am not growing old.

This frail old shell in which I dwell
Is growing old – I know full well…
But I am not the shell.

What if my hair is turning grey?
Gray hair is honorable, they say.
What if my eyesight’s growing dim?
I still can see to follow Him
Who sacrificed His life for me
Upon the cross of Calvary.

What do I care if time’s old plow
Has left its furrows on my brow?
Another ‘house’ – not made with hands –
Awaits me in the Glory Land.

What though I falter in my walk?
What though my tongue refuse to talk?
I still can tread the narrow way;
I still can watch, and praise and pray.

My hearing may not be as keen
As in the past it might have been;
Still I can hear my Savior say
In a whisper soft….“This is the way”.

The outward man, do what I can
To lengthen out this life’s short span
Shall perish and return to dust
As everything in nature must.

The inner man, the Scriptures say,
I growing stronger every day;
So how can I be growing old
When safe within my Savior’s fold?

E’er long my soul will fly away
And leave this temporal house of clay;
My body will fall – but I will rise
To sieze the everlasting prize.

I’ll meet you on the streets of gold
And prove that I’m not growing old.

Maxim of the Moment

Love’s wounds can only be healed by the one who caused them.