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and breathless. The pace and the weight of the clutter she’d collected in her trash bag during the three-mile walk wore her out.
    Trisha and Grandma pushed through the gate to Trisha’s backyard. Jay, Trisha’s teenaged son, met them and offered to lend a hand. He eyed the bags overflowing with empty beer cans, empty candy wrappers, and empty cigarette cartons. He raised an eyebrow. “Did you two have a good time?”
    Today’s Thoughts
    If they obey and serve [God], they will spend the rest of their days in prosperity and their years in contentment.
    J OB 36:11
    A little humor goes a long way when I’m tired and cranky. Thank you, God, for perspective and guidance.

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    Who’s Older?
    Jean, her daughter Cindy, and her four-year-old granddaughter, Heather, walked into the clothing store in town. Jean was going to buy a new dress for a dinner dance. Because she hadn’t purchased a fancy outfit in years, she wanted Cindy’s input on what to choose. Jean and her husband, Phil, lived in the country so they spent most of their time farming and caring for their animals.
    â€œLook at this one, Grandma!” called Heather as she fingered the lace and sequins on a long, black number.
    Jean took a closer look but shook her head. “Thanks, honey, but I think I’m a bit too old for that style. My arms aren’t the greatest anymore. I need a dress with sleeves to cover my wrinkles. I don’t think a slit up the skirt is right for me either. I wouldn’t want the veins on my legs to show.” She touched the dress and sighed. “There was a time, though, when I could have worn such a dress.” Jean nodded in her daughter’s direction. “It would look great on your mom. She still has pretty arms and legs.”
    â€œBut she has wrinkles too,” Heather said, frowning. “I saw them when she was taking a shower.”
    â€œHeather!” Cindy said, having overheard. “Were you spying on me when I wasn’t looking?”
    â€œI’m sorry.” The young girl hung her head.
    Cindy slipped an arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “It’s all right. I’m your mom! But I didn’t know you’d be telling Grandma I’m looking old. I don’t have that many wrinkles, do I?”
    â€œNo. Grandma has more. Does that mean she’s older than you?”
    â€œDefinitely! She’s my mom. Moms come first.”
    â€œWhen will you be as old as Grandma?”
    â€œWhen you’re as old as I am.”
    Jean quickly changed the subject before Cindy became depressed. “I found a dress!” she exclaimed. “Come and see it!”
    Today’s Thoughts
    You have been my hope, Sovereign L ORD , my confidence since my youth.
    P SALM 71:5
    I’m so glad I can turn to you, dear God, as the years pass by or I would feel down about the changes and losses that go with aging. You, Lord, are eternal! And you’ve given me the gift of eternal life, for which I profoundly thank you.

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    Making a Mess
    Bonnie and her six-year-old granddaughter, Wendy, assembled the ingredients for their afternoon of baking. Flour, sugar, butter, chocolate chips, baking powder, salt, walnuts, and frosting mix. What fun! Bonnie loved having a few hours with this sweet little girl. They always had a good time turning out a delightful dessert, which they shared with Wendy’s family and Bonnie’s neighbors. Today it would be several batches of cookies… and maybe some fudge with walnuts.
    Bonnie glanced at the clock on the oven: 3:10. They’d better get busy or they wouldn’t be finished by dinnertime. She turned to Wendy. “How about you take out the mixing bowls and find the wooden spatula? I’ll get the measuring cups and spoons.”
    â€œGot it, Grandma!” Wendy got busy with her task. The phone rang, and Bonnie stepped out of the room to answer it.
    A loud crash interrupted the call. Bonnie dashed