On growing old. . .
The sun rises over the eastern mountains and sends it golden rays through the boughs of a big cottonwood tree out in back of my house.
That golden light illuminates my bedroom window and I waken to its glow. A rush of joy fills me and I leap up to raise the shade and look out upon the sunrise. Just seeing is not enough and I want to run for my camera to record this moment.
But often these days I awaken to contemplate my life now as AN OLD PERSON. A cold dread grips me and my stomach clenches and I am filled with fear and trepidation.
It happened this morning. The years lay heavy upon me. I feel anxious but cannot say why.
Sunshine spilled across my bed and as I lay contemplating my condition .. . . . .then these words flashed into my mind:
THROUGH MANY DANGERS, TOILS AND SNARES, I HAVE ALREADY COME!
'TIS GRACE THAT BROUGHT ME SAFE THUS FAR,
AND GRACE WILL LEAD ME HOME!
Betty L. Owen 2014 (Notes)