My husband Norm and I have owned many a jalopy [junker] and used them for both local jaunts and long distance trips. I am a Ford by birth; though crank oil does not run through my veins, I have an affinity with Ford Motor Company by name only. Yet, I hadn’t the foggiest idea that I would one day consider myself a jalopy.
He said, “Grandchildren would ask, ‘Were you young once?”
With a thoughtful expression, he continued.
“You were young once.”
Agreeing I replied, “Yes, I was young once. Now I’m old.”
He was too eager to agree. “Yes, now you’re old.”
Of course, I could say the same thing of him. I don’t think either of us are contemplating a trade of our jalopies for newer models.
I am getting older; I hope I will leave behind a legacy of love and faithfulness.
“Write: ‘Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.’” ‘Yes,’ says the Spirit, ‘that they may rest from their labors, and their works follow them (Revelation 14:13b NKJ).”