Twiddling My Thumbs

I sat twiddling my thumbs as I stared at the four walls of the exam room.  It was my annual check up that I do every three years whether I need it or not.  I suppose I am extremely fortunate to have enjoyed relatively good health of the past seventy years. 

I have never suffered from any exotic disease like Ebola, Leprosy or the big “C”…maybe a head cold, a touch of flu and some hay fever…but nothing debilitating.  

Now, I am starting to feel my age…little aches and pains that remind me that I am no longer the bulletproof teenager that never considered the possibility of sickness or death. 

The road ahead is shorter than the road behind me…I tend to ponder the ramifications of the hereafter, the after life…eternity. 

I need to walk the straight and narrow…lay off the white bread and tasty desserts.  After all…how will I get through that narrow gate?

Now it is so clear to see

You have taken care of me.

So many times I stumble and fall

But, You were there through it all.

Thank you Lord, for good heath

That in fact, is my wealth. 

I’m committed to finish the race.

My one desire is to see Your face.

Amen.