Sometimes I forget just how incredibly short this life that we live truly is.
I headed to work per usual. Well, I took a different route because a bridge is out. My coworker happens to live in the same town and takes the same route. I left a few minutes early, telling the kids, I should leave a little early today, so that I’m not actually late for once this week. My coworker was just a few minutes behind.
Somewhere between my leaving and hers, there was a tragic accident that claimed the life of a fellow motorist.
That could have been me.
And I thank the Lord that it wasn’t, while I pray for the family of the gentleman that passed away.
Sometimes, I forget how dangerous it is to even just drive to work. On the flip side, I hope that I do not forget, neither take for granted the protection that Jesus provides. His mercies are most definitely new each day!
Still, at the end of our lives, we all must give an account for every word, every action, every thought. Whether wasted, positive, negative… I have spent much time thinking, had that been me, had that been my life, can I truly say that I lived the life Christ wanted me to live? Did I waste my time, my words, my thoughts, my actions?
Truthfully, at times, yes. Maybe too often. I’ve never really understood why so many people choose funerals/memorial services to commit/re-commit their lives to Christ. But then, maybe it’s because it takes a life lost to remind us the frailty that is our humanity.
Life is so short. Yet, all too often we live as though we have all the time in the world and often waste the precious gift God has granted us: time.
In the end, I hope that we can live each day as though it were our last. In the end, I hope we can love as Jesus loved. In the end, I pray that we will allow His light to shine through us and chase away all the present darkness of this world. In the end, I hope our eyes will be toward Him.
*Original Image by Yours Truly