The morning news reports are filled with images of last night’s Grammy awards.
In a few minutes we’ll hear about the latest political debate.
That will be followed by sports, weather, and the rest of the trivial pursuits that occupy our minds each day.
None of it really matters.
The only thing that does matter is that I’m sitting here breathing, listening, and watching. I understand what the reporter is saying. I can tell Gary about it when he wakes up. I can drink my coffee and walk to the kitchen to get more.
Pretty clothes and smooth skin and shiny hair make great selfies, but as I approach 67 (next week) I don’t really care what you see when you look at me…I care that I can see you.
I wish I was thinner and I’m working, albeit slowly, on making that happen…but in the meantime I’m just thankful that this body is still working. I foresee a time, perhaps sooner than I would like, when it won’t.
Yesterday I posted on FB that I woke up and anything else was a “bonus blessing”. I don’t think most people understand how truly and fully I believe that. Perhaps because I’m experiencing increasing pain levels and having more difficulty walking, or perhaps because Gary has to have an MRI tomorrow to diagnose another health problem, I finally understand that the health of this earthly temple is the most important factor in determining the quality of my daily life.
I know you’re thinking that you’re young and strong and still have a few more years to “eat, drink, and be merry” before you worry about aging and health problems. Maybe, maybe not…
I would tell you to stop eating junk food, drinking poison, and losing sleep to pursue more money. I could tell you to stop wasting your money on beauty products and your time on entertainment…but I know you won’t listen to me, any more than I listened to my mother. So I will pray that you make those decisions for yourself.
If the brick and mortar house we call home is destroyed by time or fire or tornado we can move into another one, but we only get one home made of flesh and blood. Now that I have fewer years ahead of me than behind me I know that I should have taken better care of my body, and I thank God for overlooking my mistakes and allowing me to enjoy life anyway.
In the words of John to Gaius, “Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things and be in health, just as your soul prospers.” Nothing else in this life really matters.