I was going to joke about how a teenager was surprised that I could text, because in her world, old people can't text. And I was going to go on to state that another teenager thought my 11 year old nephew was my son. My son! 11 years old! I would have had to give birth to him at 15 - you do the math. I was going to just chalk it up to them being teenagers.
I was going to tell you that not only is my vision less than perfect and my hearing at a point where I need to watch lips when people speak to me, but also that I am going gray left and right - well really only right...right in this tiny spot on the right side of my head, just right there, it's weird.
I was going to tell you how out of touch I am and how disgusted I am at some of the music kids today are listening to. I was going to tell you all this, but now it just all seems so...so...whatever.
All I have in life,
given to me by my God.
Only Christ matters.
Everything I do,
means nothing in life, but for
that done for my God.
(Up until a few weeks ago I was passionately against Haikus. I believed they were dumb. I thought there was no reason for their existence. A friend in high school used to write them, and I thought they were dumb. But I read this the other day. And now I like them.)