Before the whirl of weekend activities, J and I went out for lunch today . We were rescued from our things-to-discuss list by an elderly couple from our new church. They were headed into the same restaurant and we joined together for mutual heartburn. We learned they have been married for 59 years, grew up together from nursery age in the same church in Fresno, married the same age as J and I, and have been members of this church for 26 years.
I've talked often with my sister and sisters-in-the-Lord of wanting to maintain a vibrant walk with Jesus to our last breath. My new grandma friend does just that. During our mealtime conversation, her soft aged face (which was "easy to look at") became serious and she pointedly asked if I was attending the Beth Moore Bible Study at church. Thankfully, I was able to say yes 'cause I sensed there might have been a lecture if I said no. In reflecting on our remaining discussion though, that was the only thing she asked if I was involved in. Her concern was over my spiritual growth not my spiritual busyness. Because of her age, I'll have to do some serious mining of nuggets from her years of following Jesus, but I am thankful for this grace who will, by example, teach me how to breathe Him to my last breath.
