Something Asked

I awoke this morning feeling old. I suppose that’s natural at 82. I felt so shamed to show my age to my son visiting with his family from Georgia. Then I thought. . . my life’s not over. There remains a reason why I’m still alive; why God is calling me to do something. Maybe my “Something Asked” is not finished. And at 82 sitting here at my desk I’m still an able fighter. So, I’m going to charge forward; who cares if I use a walker? My family doesn’t. God doesn’t. God Certainly Doesn’t. So why should I? So here I am. A not so young 82; no, a young 82., realizing that “something is still asked me.”

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

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