Over a year ago, I got out of bed, went to the kitchen for my morning cup of coffee and then I went to the back porch to see if I had any visitors.

I have foxes, possums, cats, and raccoons (who are politically correct and wear masks when they come). I put food out for them, and they help themselves. Every morning the food dishes are empty and waiting to be filled.

It's great at night to look out and see some of these critters coming in for their evening snack.

At the beginning of the week, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage informed me that she and some of her friends would be going thrift store shopping on Thursday.

I nodded my head and smiled, not knowing where she was going with this.

“Now,” she said, “you will have to take care of your lunch. You think you can do that?”

I was smiling so hard on the inside I could hardly keep it from my face.

“Well,” I said as calmly as possible, “I think I can take care of it. No problem.”

Have you ever had one of those Déjà vu moments? The other week I was in the shopping mall to pick up some items for the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. She shops so much that I have to help her on occasion.

On this occasion, I was walking down the mall and stopped dead in my tracks. Coming at me was someone that looked like my old aunt Elsie. She had the same hairdo, wearing the same clothes, and I was shocked because aunt Elsie died over 20 years ago.

Rev. James Snyder, God's Penman DevotionalsI’ve had so many birthdays in my life that I really don’t know how old I am. All I know is that I’m one year older than I was last year. I would not be able to remember when my life began if it wasn’t for paperwork.

To many people, numbers are very important, but in my opinion, a number is just a number.

As I look forward to another birthday, I would like to go back to being 16 again. Those were the good old days, as they say.