Forty-Seven on the Seventh

Okay, not one to toot my own horn, but October 7 is my birthday. I was born in 1958, which means I will be 47. Pat is just 16 days behind, turning 47 herself on the 23rd.

Not much profound to say on this occasion except that I feel great! The Lord has blessed me with a youthful (some would say goofy), energetic outlook on life. I still love music and keep learning and getting better (recently playing a lot of classical-type things on guitar). I am in love with my beautiful, wonderful wife of 20 years. I adore my delightful, talented kids and and so proud of all they're accomplishing in life. (Sorry if this is a bit gushy for you.)

My body is holding up fairly well. Pat and I still manage to go running/walking each Monday-Wednesday-Friday (weather permitting), and we are in decent shape. I weigh 143 pounds, which is 13 more than I did when we got married, but I was *really* skinny then.

I do have a bum shoulder which hurts when I try to throw a long football pass. And when Eric and I wrestle, well, let's just say he's catching up to me in strength (as a 15-year-old should be). But physically, very little about which to complain.


But the best thing about getting older is knowing that this earthly life is just (as Steve Douglass, CCC's President told us) "a drop in the ocean of eternity." We have an incredible eternal life ahead, living in pure fellowship with our wonderful Father, whom we will see face to face instead of dimly. Having read "Heaven" by Randy Alcorn this year, I could go on and on. But just let me say: Read it yourself. You won't be disappointed.

That's my birthday rambling for this year. Maybe on my 48th the Lord will hit me with something profound.

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