I woke up this morning with a heavy feeling. I can't remember the dream I was having, only that at the very end one of my college friends showed up, and I said sadly, "I feel old."
"Me too," my friend said.
When I woke up, a Rich Mullins song was in my head.
...We are children no more, we have sinned and grown old
And our Father still waits and He watches down the road
To see the crying boys come running back to His arms
Growing young...
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That's lovely. What Mullins song is that?
It's called "Growing Young," and it's on The World As Best As I Can Remember It, Vol. II.
I feel old too. Also, got a delightful voicemail from Rosie today. I have no idea what she said. :)
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