We plan something our way, and somebody else find a “better” way. It is the way of old age, but millions go through that every year. I “offer it up” as Catholics have done ever since I was a kid. It is a small sacrifice done as the Virgin requested at Fatima.
With old age comes the realization that I don’t have all the answers, and I don’t even have all the questions. I need Holy Spirit inspiration on that one. So we go with what we have left in the fields of memory and alertness, which is less and less each month.
What I do have is faith in a better day. I know that’s coming as sure as the fall follows the summer. I pray that I won’t be distracted.
Civilization 