How do I know I am getting old??
Summer keeps getting SHORTER AND SHORTER. It seems like yesterday when I was just hoping for a few more days and Drew would be out of Moore Intermediate FOREVER (That is another story, and one I probably will not tell here). Today, he walks into Sneed as a seventh grader.
Yesterday, we had a combined worship in the FLC and a PACKED HOUSE. It was incredible. Then, after worship, one of my dear older friends came up to me and said “I used to say you had salt and pepper hair. Now, it is more salt than anything.”
I wanted to say, “No, that is sun-bleached.” But I looked in the mirror. He is right.
But, you know, 41 is not so bad. At least I am still here, getting to see my kids grow up, and getting to grow old with the one I want to grow old with . . . (Although, she is MUCH younger than I am).
One Pastor's Perspective 
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