Drinking From The Cup

I have noticed, yet another strange paradox of life, while my eyes grow weaker my hindsight has improved.  After seventy years it all has become quite clear to me.  As I look around and see those with cane or walker…my health remains relative good.  As I observe those challenged with spouse or children problems…I reside with a loving wife and my children are not in jail or on drugs.  I have more worldly possessions than I can take care of…I have never missed a meal and can prove it by stepping on the bathroom scales.  I have money in my pocket and a roof that does not leak over my head. 

Looking back I realize that all my good ideas turned out to be disasters and all the things that I thought would going to be a disaster turned out to be the best blessings in my life.  This is true in all categories without exception…financial, personal relations, and spiritual.

I must conclude that all these blessings, all these gifts, have been given to me…not because I deserved them and not because I earned them. 

While I am filled with gratitude...I still worry.  I worry because I know my turn is coming…my turn to drink from the cup.  I don’t know if I can do it.  I know I don’t want to do it…but I know I must. 

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for saving my ass

So many times in the past

Drinking the cup…I wish would pass

Please help me do the test with class

Amen.