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Early Sunsets

Early sunsets I do not adore,
Sunshine radiance in the evening, I crave and yearn for more.
Dark and dismal is the evening,
Cast feelings of fatigue and sleepiness over everything.

The sun is resting in a lazy way, as you know,
Oh, I truly miss the early evening caress and embrace of sunshine's warm tender 
golden glow.
Nature's eyes close as darkness descends everywhere,
Gone for awhile is brightness renewed charm and exquisite flare
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But the winter months we must possess,
Time races by and in  four months, will arrive sunshine's evening joy, and 
energetic zest.

Cynthia Groopman
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Midlife Crisis
A glance in the mirror. Simple, yet altering somehow.

I am not the child I once was, yet I can still see him there. Bright, happy, 
outgoing.

But wait, I pause to truly see the me I am today; lines and crevices mar the 
unspoiled face of childhood, mirroring the many paths I could have chosen.

I am not sixteen, I am not twenty, and I am no longer thirty-five. Time has 
marched across my features and I can scarcely remember the Never Neverland of 
childish imaginings.

Yet, as I continue to gaze in the reflection, I see the features of family 
older and wiser in the shape and contour of my face. These family members gaze 
at me knowingly and understand the path I tread. A few of these family members 
remain while others reside in my memory only.

One day, those gathered in my mind will be the stuff of legend with a bit of 
fable thrown in. Family stories will be passed along to those who never knew 
the flesh and blood reality. Given enough time, most will be forgotten.

This chance encounter with the me in the mirror brings about a midlife crisis 
of sorts. And I find myself needing to make a choice.
I can attempt to mimic the me I recall in faulty memory or I can attempt to 
honor the memory of those I have known by being more like them. Yet, neither 
choice seems entirely agreeable.

Perhaps there is another choice.

The good old days are often the best of memories, sifted often and embellished 
with time. The future holds much promise, dreams, adventure, danger, new 
generations who do not see eye to eye with the past, declining health, perhaps 
loss of job, loss of memory and loss of my spouse.

My life is neither at the beginning and it may not be at the end. God delights 
in the heart of a child, so I choose that heart. God delights in maturity, so I 
chose this path.

God gave Moses his greatest assignment at the age of 80, Abraham became a 
parent at 100, Paul and John wrote significant words later in life. Through 
aches and pains, flesh thorns and heartache, God used these men.

I will not cower at the thought of the coming years. I want to run eagerly to 
my Savior's side and take His assignments gladly. I want to do so willingly.

Rather than looking back at the way things were, I want to look ahead to the 
way things could be. I want the heart of a child and the maturity of a wise 
man. I want to greet each day with a willingness to pursue the adventure called 
life. I won't do it by acting like someone half my age. I will do it with the 
help of an ageless God who loves me and understands that I am but dust.
I will associate with younger people. I will need to know what they think and 
how they see their world. I will surround myself with older people. I will need 
the wisdom they can offer. And I will not contribute one dime to the widening 
of the generation gap.
The me in the mirror is not what I once was. The me in the mirror is not the 
final word on who I will become. The me in the mirror is simply a reflection of 
today. A day that the Lord has made for my enjoyment and, more importantly, His 
purpose.
I walk away from the mirror with a smile on my face. I have things to do, 
crisis averted!

Glenn A. Hascall    (Posted by Coffeemom 9/9/2006)
from the 4th Kid

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