Read a book called “Half-Time” by Bob Buford, some time back. In it he states:
“This is the true joy in life — the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one, the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.
I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live.
I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I’ve got ahold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.”
I’m a bit of a writer but I think I could have no more eloquently expressed this desire of my heart.
Lord willing, I will be 70 when this newest addition to our family graduates high school.
“In all the work you are doing, work the best you can. Work as if you were doing it for the Lord, not for people.” – Colossians 3:23
This pic is of “Jackson’s Oak”, here in Daphne, at Village Point Park, where Andrew Jackson addressed his troops during the War of 1812. It is 95 feet tall and has a circumference of 28 feet.
I am for the marathon and not the sprint.
I am the oak and not the blade of grass.
