I have been told I spend too much time in the past and not enough time looking forward.
Yes, I do think about the past a lot because I can’t change it, and so it is the one solid happening that won’t leave me until that day when God calls me Home. The present, up to today, is the past, and from that point forward it is part of the future.
While I go back in time, I have precious memories I never want to go away. Remembering Mom and Dad and all my aunts and uncles who have left this earth for a higher place, my memory is the only constant I have.
I live day by day trying to better myself as to how I feel and how I live. I don’t get out that much, as I am a homebody and I try to do the same routine each day unless something special is on the horizon. I don’t dress fancy, as that is not my style. I eat foods that are good for me, but once in awhile I will cross the line and eat foods that I shouldn’t. I love my wife and daughter who are still with me, and the daughter we lost to cancer in 1994 just before Christmas.
Looks like I might go that way, too, but I won’t dwell on that because I believe that God will call me Home when he thinks it is time to do so.
Life is a gift that many of us take for granted, and thus we fool around with it like we will be here forever. I have many friends who are in their 90s and they are living examples of God’s grace here on earth. Knowing them is a plus on my life, because they have traveled the paths that I have and they know what it takes to live in tough times and good times.
So if you ask me if my life has been a great one, I would say that it was and still is. Life can only be as good as you make it. Living poor does not mean that you will be that way the rest of your life. Does that make you poor?
I don’t think so because as long as you are here on God’s good earth, you have his blessings, and that is good. When he calls us Home, we will have eternal life still under his grace, and the pains of an old body will turn to no pain and no worries.
Here on earth we experience many great things and many terrible things, and we use that experience to go on until that time when the wings of an angel will swoop down and give us the ride of our lives to Heaven.
Now folks, don’t get the thought that writing this column might be the last one for me, because I plan to write until that day when it is time to go Home. Then there will be the last one that bids you all my farewells and hope that someone takes up the pen and starts telling the world about the days of old.
There is a lot to write about up to today. My life has been great and I have been under the knife several times without much chance to live through it, but no one told God that. So I am still here writing about my thoughts of life before, the present and the future as I would like to see it.
The ride so far has given me lots of good friends and good happenings, and really I would not change a thing.
So to you out there who are enjoying a cup of coffee or tea while reading my thoughts, I bid you a nice weekend and will see you next week.
Ray “Uncle Ray” Day is a weekly contributor to the Kokomo Tribune. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.