Today I come to my little keyboard torn. Torn in two different directions, actually.
Part of me is mourning the loss of a former co-worker. She subscribed to this blog and her life ended very unexpectedly this morning. Do you know what it feels like to remove someone’s cell phone from your blog alerts because they died? Guys. It’s chilling. And that’s the second time I’ve done that this year.
There isn’t much more of a wake-up call to the frailty of life and how short it can be.
It is only in the face of death that man’s self is born. – Saint Augustine
It just so happened that 30 minutes before finding out about my friend, I’d been reading a book where the author talked about coming to terms with the fact that we are all going to die eventually.
And then I’m faced with the reality of a life ended abruptly. Suddenly. Shockingly. Devastatingly.
She had two young children.
She had a husband.
She had a full life here with family and friends.
She could have been me.
It felt like God was speaking and giving me a reason to pay attention – pay attention to the moments I’m given because they are truly fleeting.
It’s like the psalmist says:
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow. - Psalm 144:4 ESV
The other part of me is determined.
I’m writing tonight from a heart of determination to make this life count. To make this day count. To make this hour count. To make this moment count.
We only live once.
So, on this #thirstythursday I ask you to join me: a challenge to make the most of each moment.
God, help me to hear You, seek You, listen to You and run after You. I want to live a life full of encouragement and hope and to make this place better than I found it.
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. - Psalm 90:12 ESV
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