“I can barely tolerate my parents, now.” This from a middle aged woman I met in a supermarket not long ago. I was reaching for an item on a top shelf and she, being much taller, retrieved it for me. She asked if there was anything else I needed. The woman then guided me to the next item I had trouble finding.
“You are a geriatric person. I can tell,” I commented.
“Not really,” she said. And that was when she offered the opening comment, “I can barely tolerate my parents, now.They are in their eighties and showing their age.”
Yesterday, I read a post by Roger Baker, “The Worth of a Man”. It’s a tribute to a man celebrating his eightieth birthday and how some people have shunted him to the back burner of their lives. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/24904117
And to those people he wrote a poem where one line stood out for me. “You spurn the soul what made you.”
“You spurn the soul what made you.” There is so much truth in that tiny sentence, as proven by the woman in the supermarket.
Some of us in this age bracket are noticing this phenomenon and wondering…what are we worth?
Do not cast me away when I am old; do not forsake me when my strength is gone. Psalm 71:9 NIV
“Do thy friends despise forsake thee”, Take it to the Lord in prayer. Joseph Scriven wrote in the second verse of his now famous hymn “What a Friend we have in Jesus” after being rejected by his countrymen on his one visit back to his beloved hometown of Banbridge Co Down, N Ireland, Why because he was being rejected by former friends and acquaintances disapproving of his disheveled appearance, Truth was he spent nothing on anything even approaching “vanity” (especially clothing and grooming) instead preferring to help the poor and downtrodden in the Rice Lake region of Southern Ontario. Never judge a book by its cover.
That hymn was my salvation in the 70’s. It’s in my book, page 58, Worry Wart. Thank you for reading my blogs. I really appreciate it.