Feeling human

I was mentioning to Charlene that I am enjoying this phase of life. The kids are old enough to be more fun than demanding, yet they’re not old enough to be trouble. I am still young enough to sleep through the night, and I am getting more comfortable in my own skin, and emerging (sorry) from a period of restlessness. There are lots of good things happening, I have lots of good friends, and I sense God at work. But I am also feeling mortal. Jordon is sick. My sister-in-law’s mother just died. My friend’s 20-year-old son just died – went to the funeral home today, and it broke my heart. And while I wouldn’t want to go back, I sense that life is passing by faster than I’d like. “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom” (Psalm 90:12). I’m learning to number, and learning not to take any of them for granted.