As someone who has elderly parents, and one who has had lots of interaction with the elderly, I am always reminded of Psalm 90:
Our days may come to seventy years,or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
If only we knew the power of your anger! Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.¹
To be long-lived is a blessing and a curse. There is more time to repent of sin, to seek God’s face, to prepare our heart for the great passing over. But oh the price we pay for it! Sickness, fragility, mental diminution, loss of friends and loved ones, relinquishing our independence, and coming to terms with our mortality.
Let us hope he accepts your aid with more grace than the late adolescent you accepted the aid he offered? (Keeping in mind that it could accurately be the prayer of us all)
Is it me or is some punctuation missing?
It’s your blog, baby. I’d correct it before I cleared it if my livelihood were on the line? ( Yeah, yeah. We both know I wouldn’t)