It’s Saturday, 10/19/2024. (I wrote this thought and scheduled to post it last night.)
Our 50th arrived last July. We celebrated with a short weekend, though our plans had been for more. A lot of life happened, so we’ve reached the end of my bride’s retirement (2020, 2022, 2024—each year was a surprise), and we’re trying this again. We love to travel off-season away from the crowds, hustle, bustle, and noise.
During this short season, I promised to decompress, unwind, take a break, and chill, and, as a friend put it last Sunday, I’m going to coast. 70 is just 90 days away. Whew! Who felt that milestone coming?
There is no rhyme or reason to share, as I’ve tried to do nearly every day these past few years. It’s just time. I know I’m not excelling with many readers, but I am scratching an itch to share – but that screeches to a halt for at least ten days.
If I work on any writing, it will be on my book project. It’s coming along nicely. But it’s morphing. There are three books in the making.
But what if this blog never picks up again? Life does happen. If nothing is done about the foundation of words, it will eventually fade away as the domain and support systems fail—keeping everything open costs money.
What if…what happens to life back home? I’m just unsure. The things that matter today may not matter in ten days. The Lord only knows the ending of this season. There are echoes of sounds that represent priorities that need to be resolved, and I pray that happens more quickly in the present and not in the future.
Do a Google search on farewell addresses in the Bible. Paul. Jesus. Peter. Moses. Samuel. Joseph… Famous words by dedicated people.
My farewell message is this: Keep your focus on Christ. Don’t lose sight of your reason for existence. Others matter more than yourself but don’t get lost in the doing. There’s a long road ahead. There are no shortcuts. It’s a “daily process.”