Monday
Dear Elsie
Today was Granny’s last day in her 50s. I tried going for an early morning walk. I got to the start of the street when some big, swollen rain drops began to fall. I saw trouble coming and scuttled home. Whenever I thought it was clear enough for a walk, the next squall would blow through. After I finished work, Julian and I decided to give it another go. We started off on a walk to the beach. The south-easter is blowing, which usually means it will be fair weather, but when I looked towards the south, there was a very ominous cloud, yet on we went. We got to the start of the road and again, it began to spit. We changed our plans and walked closer to home, passing our house and onwards. By then the drops had become more frequent until eventually there was a steady shower, which got stronger as the moments passed. We turned around and rushed home, getting very wet in the process!
I had a shower and got into dry clothes and am now sitting in my rocking chair enjoying this view…
So maybe today is the day I won’t have walked 10000 steps, nor got 30 minutes of exercise. It may clear after dinner and I might give it one more shot. You have to be intentional about getting these things done.
Mike went out to buy me a very fancy birthday gift. He’s been thinking about it for some time and with it being November, he managed to wangle an early bird Black Friday special. To get it ready for my birthday, it needed to have things installed which is what he is doing now. It’s a new laptop, that will comply with my company’s revised needs. It will make working easier that’s for sure.
When we were out on the bus-boat on Saturday, John took a series of photos of me. Nice to have a reminder of final photos of my 50s…my favourite is the one in the middle.
Goodbye to the 50s. I am grateful for them.
Tomorrow, it’s hello to an exciting new decade.
Hebrews 6:19
We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain.
It’s not about now – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Gran xx 🙂