“It just happened so fast,” I said, as I walked alongside my brother last week. He stopped, turned, and looked me in the eyes. “That’s a good thing,” he answered.
Ten days after her diagnosis of metastasized lung cancer, David’s wife died. She suffered, but not for long.
When a loved one dies, we become more intensely aware of our own mortality. The Psalmist wrote, “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12, NIV) When we pause to remember life’s brevity, we get our priorities straight. We live in the moment. God and love and relationships and personal authenticity matter more than. . . whatever else worries our hearts.
Do you love someone? Tell them. Do you hate someone? Forgive them. Do you have a dream? Take a step toward it today. Today may be all there is.
“May you live all the days of your life.” Jonathan Swift