Ditching the Pity Pot

I was feeling a little bad for myself this evening when my legs were giving me grief from standing at the stove, preparing some things ahead for a day or so. Almost 70 means nothing these days for many, many people. Still, physical health and well being isn’t all due to taking care of ourselves, or exercise, or the right foods. On one level, the genes have something to do with it, too. Anyhow, I never had stamina for standing. However, I did, up to two years ago, have the ability and strength to walk for miles, if need be, and enjoy it. Errands, pleasure, whatever.

Then physical problems set in, a little at a time. I can walk, but I often limp. I was thinking with sadness about the loss of those days.

Then it dawned on me that I should be grateful for all those years of joy, pleasure, and the ability to run errands and do other things with my legs. So, I spent a while reminiscing about all the things that God’s blessings had enabled me to do until just recently.

Thank you, Father, for those years and all the miles I walked; help me, please, to adjust to the passage of time gracefully.