My father turned 91 this past week. Age is showing itself in his life.
He and my mom are creatures of habit and have a number of very fixed daily routines and rituals. Breakfast is at 6:30am.
Another routine is immediately after their morning prayer they kiss. Sixty three years of marriage and still affectionate.
They still find a moment of joy in sharing a life together. A good witness and hope for us all. Age shows itself in every moment and movement of their lives today, but love shows itself stronger than time.
“Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful;
it is not arrogant or rude.
Love does not insist on its own way;
it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends;
as for prophecies, they will pass away;
as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. …
So faith, hope, love abide, these three;
but the greatest of these is love.”
(I Corinthians 13:4-8, 13)