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.
Last night before turning in, I was sitting on the edge of the bed. My husband was sitting up and leaning against his pillow at the headboard. Our conversation went something like this…
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).”