Yea for cross generational friends!!

Yesterday a friend came to help me with a home improvement project. I am turning my son's old bedroom into a guest space / exercise room.  However, the current condition of the room is beyond bad.  Somehow, it became the, I- don't- know-where-to-put-it-I'll-stick-it- here room!   As we carried boxes, moved furniture & prepped the room to paint, we chatted non-stop.  She is an extraordinary young girl, just searching for God's perfect will for her life.  The neat thing is I am old enough to be her mother- but ours is a cross generational friendship.  I so enjoyed getting her perspective on issues and I so value any time we can spend together.  I love to hang-out with people from every generation, I can gain such value and wisdom from the varied perspectives.    By the time the walls were spackled to prep for painting we laughed as they were totally polka-dotted! I will say my dreaded project was off to a fantastic start.  Have you ever noticed how some projects don't even seem like work when you do them with a buddy.  Now who wants to come help me finish??

My 100th Birthday!

March always means getting those important tax documents together, filing away last year and vowing to be more organized for the current year.   As I was gathering this information I kept coming across various stashes of cards... thank you cards... birthday cards... friendship cards... farewell cards...  get well cards... cards that over the past few years I just could not part with.  So, I gathered them all and placed them in a large file-storage box of their own.  The box is labeled "My 100th Birthday Party Decorations"   I know it is silly, but I have always said I was going to live to be 100!  I told my daughter, of my special box,  I knew she would laugh.  Her responsibility at my party is to decorate my room with all my cards and read them to me one by one.  "Mom" she said, "do you know how old I will be....73!  My eyes won't be able to read all those cards!"  Sure you will, you will have some great glasses or eye surgery by then.  Now, in my closet is a box that for the next 50+ years I will continue to add more memories to.... cards & color sheets from grandchildren not yet born... cherished words from friends & family who would have gone on to be with the Lord....  It will be full of laughter & tears & evidence of Gods continued faithfulness.  What a great 100th Birthday I am going to have.  Now, I guess I should go back to organizing those, not-so-important tax documents.  No one will want to read those in 100 years!   Psalm 34:12  Who is the man (or woman) who desires life, And loves length of days that he (she) may see good?  I am!!