I'm here. It's
Thursday, October 9, 2025, and, I am thanking God for being able to get up, climb the stairs, and sit here and with the use of the brain function I have left I can click and clack the keys on the keyboard. That, to me, is a blessing. If all my blogs were actually bound into a book, with the pages front and back, it would likely be three inches or thicker. That's a lot of clicking and clacking on the keyboard. I mention that because many of my blogs capture memories, and, I find myself struggling to remember some of them. If you are not there yet, be glad and thank God, but, for me, the highly vaunted normal aging process is, at times, wreaking havoc on my ability to remember the way I was able to remember when I was younger. Duh. Everyone knows that. Well, thank you very much for that vote of confidence but may I just tell you it is a lot different when it becomes a fact of life to each individual. It starts out with little things. No big deal. But, the steady knock wears the rock, and, it progresses. I am reminded what Albert Einstein said
in response to a questionnaire, "I do not carry such
information in my mind since it is readily available in books". This
statement highlights his belief that a college education's true value
lies in training the mind to think and understand concepts, rather than
memorizing facts that can be found in textbooks. My point? I can easily get myself all tied in knots of frustration trying to remember particular things, however, I have much of it catalogued in the nearly 3,800 blogs that are readily available online. I do regret that I have not and probably at this late date will not index them to make stuff more readily available. They are searchable but given my writing style, finding what I am looking for can be akin to finding a needle in a haystack. (The idiom "needle in a haystack," describing something virtually impossible to find, originated from literal, ancient difficulties of finding a small item among a large quantity of hay, with the first recorded English use in 1532 as "needle in a meadow". A variation appeared in Miguel de Cervantes's 1605-1615 'Don Quixote' as "needle in a bottle of hay," where "bottle" meant "bundle". The more modern phrasing evolved over time, possibly from the increased presence of haystacks in the 18th century.) I knew inquiring minds would want to know that.
As I sit in my not so comfortable clerical chair with Lil Miss Biscuit playing tic-tac-toe on my back, rather than lament how much remembering I no longer can muster, I rather thank God for His provision at this stage of my life, reporting for duty at 79 years, (9 months incubation), and 53 days, I do remember this, from the song:
Sinner Saved by Grace Lyrics by Gloria Gaither/Music by Bill Gaither
If you could see, what I once was
If you could go with me
Back to where I started from
And I know you would see
A miracle of love that took me
In its sweet embrace
And made me what I am today
Just an old sinner saved by grace
… I am just a sinner saved by grace
When I stood condemned to death
He took my place
Now I grow and breathe in freedom
With each breath of life I take
Loved and forgiven
(Back to the living) backed with a living
(I'm just a sinner) I'm just a sinner saved by grace
… How could I boast of anything
I've ever seen or done
How could I dare to claim as mine
The victories God has won
Where would I be had God not brought me
Gently to this place?
I'm here to say, I'm nothing
But a sinner saved by grace
…
I'm just a sinner saved by grace
When I stood condemned to death
He took my place
Now I live and breathe in freedom
With each breath of life I take
Loved and forgiven, I'm backed with a living
I'm just a sinner saved by grace
… Now I grow and breathe in freedom
With each breath of life I take
Loved and forgiven, backed with a living
I'm just a sinner saved by grace
Saved by grace
That's all I have to say about that. Have yourself a wonderful God-blessed day and may He add His blessings as we continue our journey towards our heavenly home. Amen.
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