Imagine you’re in the winter season of your years. You’ve witnessed much in your 80-plus years on this earth. Seasons have come, seasons have passed.
I would imagine by the time you’ve reached your 80’s, 90’s, and beyond, you’ve probably experienced the loss of many of your loved ones – peers and family, except hopefully your children and grandchildren.
I know my own father, who passed away at 90 and was the youngest of his family, often talked about how difficult it was to be left behind. Even though he received much joy from my sisters, all his grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, he missed those who had gone on before him – my mother, his siblings, parents, in-laws, and most of his friends.
I would suppose that the winter of your life could be a lonely, depressing time. I’ve often heard friends discuss that it distresses them to hear their parents remark that they are just waiting to die.
For those who are saved by grace, it’s something they eagerly anticipate – their journey to heaven. For those who are gravely ill, incapacitated, or just extremely weary after 80-90 years of life, they must be seeking relief and peace.
So imagine one day, you are just living your life much like any other day and someone hands you a gift. A treasure for your eyes and your heart. A poem you have never seen before, written for you on the occasion of your first birthday all those years ago. A piece of paper in your dear mother’s handwriting, the mother who died when you were 12 years old. A gift of love that you finally received today, 80 years later.
That’s what this elderly gentleman from Kansas City received. Watch this video and see if it doesn’t bless your heart the way it did mine. (Note: For some reason, YouTube will not allow me to embed the video in my blog. Just click on the arrow and then click again on “watch on YouTube” and it will take you to the video on YouTube.com)