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  • As we age, some immutable truths become more obvious, especially the one that says "This life is temporary."

    This week I've learned that probating an estate, even when it's small, requires more time and paper and expense than could ever be expected. And I've learned that with every small step I complete, I am reminded of something about Dad. I've even developed that ache in my shoulder -- the one he used to complain about.

    It's also been a week when I watched another friend receive one of those devastating diagnoses, the kind that medicine has little hope of fixing.

    But as we age, we also learn more about living, and faith, and hope.

    Yesterday I paused. I observed new life. I studied the intricate beauty of tiny flowers. I breathed in the sweet fragrance that permeated the whole space around them. I saw the bees gathering the nectar to make their sweet honey.

    And I was reminded of the sweetness and the beauty and the order of life, temporary though it may be.
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