The Marks Of Age

As I left to see my sister Lynn this morning, I was detoured as a large limb or two had fallen from a tree in the neighborhood. The tree in question is but a few years younger than me, and that made me pause for a moment. When walking past it, I often view it as an old tree that’s showing the marks of age. And the reality is, so am I. The truth doesn’t bother me as there’s not a thing I can do about it. Lord, help me to keep my eyes trained on you, and you only as I enter into the remaining chapters of my story.

Pray on,
Eddy