Me, Wow What A Gift

I am 62 today.  After I kissed my lover, crawled out of bed, got my first cup of coffee and sat down to read The Perfect Word, a fox walked across my front porch not 15 feet from me.  He was a beautiful animal, a bushy tail, white ring, and black tip, confidently loping along oblivious to me.  God knows how to give a gift and wrap it too.  At 62, in the dark, beside the river, gifted by God, reading His Long Letter, you think deeply about your life.  I paused and thought back, lots of messes, hurts and regrets but I thought only of good, 62 good years.  A year is a short time and 62 of them are shorter still; Einstein should have taken on that mystery.  I was once again reminded of the most significant life I had, the life given to me by God in Christ.  Difficult to understand but the simple version, the one I understand, is that He spared me from me.  Some of you will read this and know well who that me was but by grace, most of you won’t.  The most grace is reserved for me because I know him full well, I lived him, and it was him that God, in the greatest mercy and grace act ever known, saved me from and gave me the greatest gift possible, Him allowing me to know what it means to be me in Him and live this life.  This begins to read like a sermon but it is not, it is the truth as I have lived it for 62 years.  The fox doesn’t know himself from Adam, but God allows us to know ourselves and only when one can compare himself without God and himself with God can one truly know how kind, truly kind, God really is.  Happy 62 birthdays to me, brought to me by God, wow what a gift.  

Me at two.