My sister, Dorcie Caldwell, had her nintieth birthday this week. She celebrated it here in Rockport, hoping to get away from any party that might have developed in Fort Smith. She missed on that call for Ann called friends and put together a fun party here at the house last evening. Mona Garrett made wonderful spaghetti and sauce. Marion Beeler brought delicious salad. Ann had a cake, and Jimmy and Bob Box had french bread. I know I am leaving something out and someone.
Dorcie did not want to make a parachute jump. She could have, for there is a place in Beeville where such a jump is possible. She had no desire to swim the Corpus Christi ship channel. She did not want to hike to Tivoli, though it is only 30 miles away. None of those things had an appeal. Glad she chose simply to celebrate a quiet ninety with a few friends. It was enjoyable for all present. She shared some earlier experiences that were interesting and humorous.
A chapter in Psalm is attributed to Moses. It is, in fact, called a prayer of Moses. In that psalm ninety he wrote:
" Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations.Before the mountains were born, or you brought forth the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God."....(so God is timeless)
" The length of our days is seventy years or eighty if we have the strength, yet their span is but trouble and sorrow." (He was given one hundred twenty years and a personal, private burial by God.( Our days become timeless when we lock them on to God through Jesus Christ)
" Teach us to number our days aright that we main gain a heart of wisdom." (90-12)
The time God gives us here on earth is only important when it is used for His honor, and to help others. Dorcie has been a champion in this. May God give her many more.