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Bends, Not Ends
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Long months after “Anna’s” husband died, she was still crying herself to sleep at night, hardly eating, and “going down-hill” fast.

“I’m 77-years-old,” she moaned to her daughter-in-law in a lengthy, late-night phone call. “my life is over!”

The daughter-in-law lay awake most of the night trying to think of how to incorporate “Mom” into their home and busy work schedule. If not with family, it would have to be a nursing home for sure.

The phone rang at 7 a.m. the next morning. It was Anna, bubbling over with excitement. After hanging up from talking with her daughter-in-law the night before, she received a call from an old college classmate and friend. His wife had died three years earlier. He’d been lonely, too. After a long conversation, he asked if he could come visit her.

It opened the door to another marriage and some of the happiest years of Anna’s life. She became widowed again in her late 90s and was content to die at age 100.

A Dozen Moments

I can name at least three single ladies who, by the time they were in their mid-60s or 70s, assumed they would never marry. Each was surprised by love. It really is possible to condense a lifetime of joy into a dozen years or a dozen “moments.” Do not think that because the years have passed, that life has passed.

I suggest that if you are ill, you not believe everything your doctor tells you or your family. Doctors work with averages. The average person will fail to follow instructions. The average person will give up long before he should. The average person wants no pain, no work, no disability, no exercise or diet, and has no patience with himself and others.

Doctors don’t like to be sued because the hope they offer doesn’t meet with cooperation or sustained effort on the part of the patient. They would much rather a patient show a will to live and prove them wrong!

People who’ve lost partners, jobs, homes, family, health, possessions, or part of themselves all face ends of their current view or experience of life. It is indeed like driving down a road when the pavement seems suddenly to end in a stand of trees or atop a hill. “Does the road keep going?” I used to wonder as a child, “or does it end right over there?”

You have to get to the bend to find out. Roads and life are not straight lines from start to finish. (Truly, how dull the journey would be. I used to imagine all kinds of adventures around the bends. In a way, I still do.)

The best way to meet the “curves” is to keep on trusting that the Lord who brought you this far will stay with you, guiding you through any bend or twist or “resting place.” Only the One who sees all knows when and where the real End will be!

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