Don't Let The Old Man In....
Clint Eastwood. Forever a legend.
I asked an elderly man once what it was like to be old and to know the majority of his life was behind him.
He told me that he has been the same age his entire life. He said the voice inside of his head had never aged. He has always just been the same boy. His mother's son.
He had always wondered when he would grow up and be an old man.
He said he watched his body age and his faculties dull but the person he is inside never got tired. Never aged. Never changed.
Our spirits are eternal. Our souls are forever.
The next time you encounter an elderly person, look at them and know they are still a child, just as you are still a child
and children will always need love, attention and purpose.
Today's Quotes::: “The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.”
“All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful.”
“Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place... Nothing outside you can give you any place... In yourself right now is all the place you've got.”
“Accepting oneself does not preclude an attempt to become better.”
“I write to discover what I know.”
"A God you understood would be less than yourself."
― Flannery O'Connor
You come from dust, and to dust you will return. That’s why I don’t dust. It could be someone I know.
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Love At The Old Barn.......
Just down the road around the bend, Stands an old empty barn nearing the end. It has sheltered no animals for many years, No dairy cows, no horses, no sheep, no steers. * The neigh of a horse the low of a cow, Those sounds have been absent for some time now. There was a time when the loft was full of hay, and the resounding echoes of children at play. * At one time the paint was a bold shade of red, Gradually faded by weather and the sun overhead. The doors swing in the wind, the hinges are loose, Window’s and siding have taken much abuse. * The fork, rope and pulleys lifted hay to the mow, A task that always brought sweat to the brow. But those good days are gone forever it seems, And that old barn now stands with sagging beams. * It is now home to pigeons, rats and mice, The interior is tattered and doesn’t look very nice. Old, abandoned barns have become a trend, Just down the road and around the bend. Unknown
Have A Great Day.... J.T.
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