How beautiful to see eternal victory wrapped in the adolescence of the 21st century. Young minds blooming on the memories of old bodies reminds my stiff joints of a youthful yesterday and how my yesterday is now your tomorrow. What am I but you and what are you but me.. yesterday and tomorrow joining as one, eclipsing time in eternal paradise, Thank you Jesus. But how often do I forget and think that I am merely the wrinkles of my age? My pride of adulthood gets stuck in the fears of distorted memories and false aspirations.  Your youthful smiles have reminded me of who I am, and subconsciously you have reminded your self for a latter date of maturity. WE are all servants.  Thank you for your role in the ultimate play called life on the stage of Earth where together we rehearse for an eternal wedding with the most high God.