I got older last week. I guess we all aged the same seven days, but mine had a bump Thursday that hits everyone once a year.
I completed my fifty-eighth orbit around the sun. For those of you who are mathematically challenged that means I turned 58 last week.
I hate to admit this but, unless I live to be 116, that means I’m past middle age. Ouch! That hurt to write that.
I began Thursday in Belton, Texas. That’s between Waco and Austin. Yeah, I was deep in the heart of Texas. Y’all can sing that if that song is now stuck in your head, but since I haven’t warmed up I’ll refrain so I don’t hurt myself. I’m getting too old to take such chances.
I have no sane reason for what occurred that morning but I must have been out of my mind when I decided to do a Facebook live on my birthday this go round.
The whole thing was going along fairly smoothly for the first few minutes as I reminisced about my life and where I’m at right now. Then I went totally off the deep end when I leaned my phone up against a light pole and attempted to do 50 full push ups on my 58th birthday.
Let’s call it a post mid-life crisis or something. I did it on my 50th birthday so why not test myself eight years later?
I did pretty well into the forty something count. Then at 49 my arms and legs began shaking a bit too much for me to try that last challenging push.
Perhaps if I hadn’t been counting out loud for the camera I would have done it. But I needed proof of how many I was on for those watching who are mathematically challenged.
Oh yeah, by then I had a few folks with nothing to do with their day watching this old duff huff through the deep end of insanity.
Part of my reminiscing pointed out that I’m in nobody’s ideal place in life for a 58 year old duffer. I’m divorced with no children to support me later on when I’m an invalid-ish.
Not only do I not have anything saved up for retirement but I have successfully maxed out a few credit cards.
My private vehicle is a 19 year old cargo van that I haven’t bothered to wax for several years. Not exactly a chick magnet for an elderly fella on the market.
For the arithmatically challenged readers out there that’s three strikes. I’m out and heading back to the dugout until my next turn at bat.
But, you know what? I’m totally at peace with where God has me right now.
No…short therm it appears March is going to go out like a lion eating me up financially, but I’ll make it.
April holds some hints of spring and new growth that could be unprecedented for this struggling truck driver of other peoples’ equipment.
From that springboard the sky’s the limit as to where I’ll go.
I think my dormant season is nearing completion.
The harvest will be a divine haul for this driver of words to bring attention to Jesus Christ.
I prayed for God to use me greatly in July of my 47th year…actually I’ve been praying that prayer for most of my life.
Before I prayed for God to use me greatly I kept a quote in mind by A.W. Tozer.
“It’s doubtful God can use a man greatly unless He breaks him deeply.”
I began my prayer by saying, with tears rolling down my cheeks, “break me, break me, use me.”
I repeated that phrase several times.
I ended that prayer by remembering the closing of the prodigal son parable when I said, “I want to give You the reputation of being a party animal.”
To God be the glory for what He’s about to do with this broken vessel.
I’ll see you later. Wade
