Write a letter to your 100 year old self.
Dear 100 Year Old Me,
How are you? I mean, really, how are you?
Actually, don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know.
I’m just going to sit here and contemplate the idea that somehow we lived to 100. I really thought our sweet tooth would have been the death of us, but clearly that’s not true. Or did we give up sweets at some point? Make some good lifestyle changes? Never mind. You know how I, actually I mean we, overthink things. Don’t tell me.
Hmmm. I have so many questions, but I don’t really want to know the answers. I want to wait and let it all be a surprise.
So, here’s what I’ll say.
I hope you still love Jesus. If not, get right, quick!
I hope our sweetheart still loves Jesus, and he’s still with us. Don’t tell me, though. Just give him a big hug and kiss for me.
I hope the kids still love Jesus. If not, preach to them, while there is still time and breath left. Tell them how much I love them and hug and kiss them all for me.
I hope that you are preaching the Gospel to whoever will listen, family and strangers alike. That’s some pretty good news, and who doesn’t like good news?
If you do all that, then I think we have accomplished the most important thing, and everything else is just gravy.
I bet you think a lot about more about eternity, since it’s probably so close. Won’t it be so beautiful?
Make me proud, girl. Do your best. Be kind. Be loving. Be Jesus to all you meet.
With much love and lots of prayers from the halfway point,
A
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