Thanks for the Gift of Life, Mom and Dad
I pray that I have used it well
Today I turned sixty. To put things in perspective, the current life expectancy in the United States as of this writing is just shy of seventy-nine years old. Curiously, for some reason, in Kansas, where I live, it is a few months shorter than average but I don’t plan on moving just to improve my odds of living longer. Additionally, my health dictates that I will likely lose a few years as well. Such is life. (No pun intended).
In our society, we seem to put a lot of stock into the events that occur with each passing decade. For some reason, I didn’t feel anything “special” when I turned 20, 30, 40, etc. Some people called me old, expected me to feel different, or something else, but I really didn’t. Today, however, isn’t the same.
What makes this birthday different?
When I look back at the six decades that I have been blessed with living, I thank two people more than any others. They are the wonderful and good-looking couple holding that cute little baby in the picture above. My mother and father got married in 1960 and stayed faithfully and loyally married until the Lord called Mom home at the young age of 62. The last time I saw her healthy and smiling; she was sixty.
