Gò0dNews for Seniors
As A Tale Told by Zebbie Brewster
I
love making potato salad because it is easy and good. I
years with a moan. Our days may come to seventy years, or
have made it so many times over the years. My husband
eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but
is my taste tester and lets me know if the salad still needs
trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
anything or if it is A-OK. I have a yellow colander that I
If only we knew the power of Your anger! Your wrath is as
use to drain the water off of the potatoes after I cook them.
great as the fear that is Your due. Teach us to number our
I believe the colander was a bridal gift that I received back
days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Relent, Lord!
in 1975. The colander has never lost its usefulness. It does
How long will it be? Have compassion on Your servants.
exactly what it was made to do. I could go out and buy a
Satisfy us in the morning with Your unfailing love, that we
better one, yet why should I when it still meets my needs?
may sing for joy and be glad all our days. Make us glad
Its age does not take away from its value. I guess you may be wondering where I am going with this story. It seems that I have just turned around twice and now I am getting Medicare. I wonder, “How did those years go by so swiftly? Who is that person looking back at me in the mirror?” I want to think that—like the yellow colander—I, too, have some use left in me. Our age does not disqualify us from God using us. Just pick up your Bible and read how God used those who gave their lives to Him for His honor and glory. Psalm 90 is a prayer of Moses the man of God: “Lord, You have been our dwelling place throughout all generations. Before the mountains were born or You brought forth the whole world,
for as many days as You have afflicted us, for as many years
from everlasting to everlasting You are God. You turn
as we have seen trouble. May Your deeds be shown to Your
people back to dust, saying, ‘Return to dust, you mortals.’ A
servants, Your splendor to their children. May the favor of the
thousand years in Your sight are like a day that has just gone
Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for
by, or like a watch in the night. Yet You sweep people away
us—yes, establish the work of our hands” (Psalm 90:1-17).
in the sleep of death—they are like the new grass of the
I love reading Moses’s prayer. It speaks volumes on
morning: In the morning it springs up new, but by evening
how life goes by so swiftly. We do live our life as a tale that
it is dry and withered. We are consumed by Your anger and
is told. I pray that my tale will have honored God.
before You, our secret sins in the light of Your presence. All our days pass away under Your wrath; we finish our
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About The Author
terrified by Your indignation. You have set our iniquities Zebbie Brewster resides in Summerville, Georgia. She is an active member at Perennial Springs Baptist Church.
