Drift Away Like Smoke

Incline your ear to me; when I call make haste to answer me, for my days drift away like smoke, …. — Psalm 102:2.

As we mature, we identify with our psalmist who says that “days drift  away like smoke.” It seems like yesterday we were having Thanksgiving dinner, and less than a week away we will be celebrating my favorite day of the year again.

We also identify with the psalmist’s plea when he/she asks that someone listen to him/her. One of the fears of getting older is that we will feel no longer relevant. We envision the image of sitting alone in a chair while everyone else in the room is chatting and engaging in meaningful conversation. However, that scenario will only occur is I/we allow it to happen.

We become irrelevant when we cease having something to say and stop participating in life. Our involvement may slow, but it doesn’t have to stop. People will listen and answer, when your days don’t drift.

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About the author

Webb Hubbell is the former Associate Attorney General of The United States. His novels, When Men Betray, Ginger Snaps, A Game of Inches, The Eighteenth Green, and The East End are published by Beaufort Books and are available online or at your local bookstore. When Men Betray won one of the IndieFab awards for best novel in 2014. Ginger Snaps and The Eighteenth Green won the IPPY Awards Gold Medal for best suspense/thriller. His latest, “Light of Day” will be on the bookstands soon.