You turn people back to dust,
saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.”
A thousand years in your sight
are like a day that has just gone by,
or like a watch in the night.
Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death—
they are like the new grass of the morning:
In the morning it springs up new,
but by evening it is dry and withered.
- Psalm 90:3-6
“No disease is more lethal than the boredom that follows retirement”
- Norman Cousins
We are not guaranteed another day on this earth, and I wonder at times as I am kissing the ground when I get home from shopping, thanking God that He saved me from the madness of the roads, should I want another day?
My parents always praised the concept of doing a hard day’s work. I followed suit, rarely liking what I did, but manufacturing something within what I did to make it feel worthwhile. I feared retirement, little to no money and the boredom. I ended up with little to no money, but God cured the boredom. Soon after being laid off late in life, I accepted my “retirement,” but I felt the call to write. I had always loved writing. Writing textbooks at work was rather boring, but it kept my creative juices flowing a little.
But writing 10 posts each week keeps me too busy to be bored.
Thank you, Lord. You continue to give me purpose. Amen.
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.