Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. People grow old only by deserting their ideals.

Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

Worry, doubt, distrust, fear and despair ~

these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.

 

Whether 70 or 17, there is in every being's heart, the love of wonder,

the sweet amazement of the stars,

and the starlike things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events,

the unfailing childlike appetite for what is next in the game of life.

 

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubts;

as young as your Christ-centered confidence,

as old as your fears;

as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

 

Jesus said,

" . . . I am come that they (you) might have life,

and that they (you) might have it more abundantly."

 

 

"Make The Most Of Time"

So the sands of Time that slowly flow

From out my hourglass

Will all too soon have ebbed away,

My life will then be past.

So I must make the most of time

And drift not with the tide,

For killing time's not murder~

It's more like suicide.

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