
My granddaughters say I’m old. After all, I do have gray hair, and I did turn sixty-two on Tuesday. That might sound old, but I don’t think I’m old — definitely not as old as I thought a sixty-two-year-old would feel when I was in my twenties and thirties . . and forties. . . and fifties. But I am old enough to agree with David when he says, in Psalm 37, “I have been young, and now […]
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