Last night I was invited to a birthday
party for one of the long time fire fighters.
Speaking of experience, he turned fifty years old. Doesn’t seem to have slowed him down,
though. Moose’s second job involves
wearing a different uniform. He rides
with the police. Lots of folks came out
to wish him well as he begins his second half-century. Man, that sure sounds old, doesn’t it? And I’m already eleven years into mine. Hey, wait a minute. I’ll just start counting like that. Means I’ll get to be a teenager again here in
a few years and start doing goofy things to embarrass the lovely woman in my
life. Hmm. Junior High again. Not so fun the first time through. But I have a long list of craziness that I’ve
been holding back for my “senior years.”
I just never have been able to figure out when that actually
begins. What do you say, Moose? Care to join me in a new decade of random goofiness? Seriously, though, happy birthday, my
friend.
Philippians 4:8-9 says, “Finally, brothers, whatever is true,
whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about
such things. Whatever you have learned
or received or heard from me, or seen in me — put it into practice. And the God
of peace will be with you.”
Father, continue to meet the needs of the family
we helped in your name. Bless Moose and
give him and his family much happiness.
And surround the fire department guys and everyone who works at UTMB
with your protection and love. Amen.
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