Just me trying to be honest with God.

The night I turned 69

I often wake with the pains of age, and yet find myself strangely satisfied that life is as my Father’s wisdom dictates, and not without His grace to embrace it. What does it mean to eat at the table of Jesus, if it does not mean to be satisfied?

“I bless the Lord who gives me counsel. Even at night my heart instructs mePs.16 “Conversations Within” ts 5/3/25