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Too Old to Keep Up?

Is it possible I am getting too old? Too old to keep up? Last week we just had said good-bye to two American guests who were with us for eight days. I was bushed. I spent four of the eight days mostly at the stove and kitchen sink. The next four were in our interior work where I hardly saw either of our guests with all the rush of activities and "runnings around."


This week Byron came down with a cold or flu or virus and he is currently crashed on the floor.  I think sometimes old or young need a chance to catch up and recover - physically, emotionally and even spiritually.  Oh, but the tasks of a missionary never seem to end and taking a "day off" is like a luxury.

But are we too old?  I should say not, even though we get asked frequently these days about retirement.  I guess the white hair is some sort of sign on the road of life.  I do tend to get snippy when people ask if it isn't time to go sit and be close to our grandchildren.  


So, what do we do?  I rest on Mondays.  I take it easy on Wednesdays and try to get ready to our big weekends on Thursdays.  I sleep in on those days, but do try to fit in laundry and small household tasks.  I do my best to plan ahead in my kids' Bible lessons so I don't have to study to much at a time.

That's about all for today.  I think I'm tired and need another cup of coffee.





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