Life Is Precious
I once again find myself tired as I write this. I've been putting in some really long days this week. The earliest I have gotten home this week has been 7:00 and my evenings have been packed. Monday night was Young Life. On Tuesday night I had a bridal shower for one of the 3rd grade teachers at my school, and tonight was our very first campaigners meeting of the year. I'm excited for YL campaigners. Not excited that it is on Wednesday nights cuz now I have to try to magically be in two places at once (my Bible study, which I've realized I just can't give up...I gave up the other two...and hanging out with five awesome high school girls). I'm thankful that I have finally overcome my horrible high school experiences and can love these kids with the love of Jesus without feeling like I'm getting in the way all of the time. :) The rest of the week is sure to fly by as quickly as the first half did. On Tuesday I'm flying home to Iowa. I haven't been there since August. It doesn't quite feel like I'm going home yet. This has been the longest I have ever been away from home. In other news, my great-uncle died in Michigan this past week and another has cancer. Contemplating how quickly my weeks have gone by in the past couple of months, I am reminded just how precious life is and just how easily it could be taken from me at any moment. Tonight I am reminded to be thankful for all of the awesome opportunities that God gives me each day. I pray that I recognize just how valuable each one is. Life is precious.
posted by JULIE @ 10:19 PM
1 Comments:
How right you are, my dear. I am sorry for your loss. I have been surrounded by loss myself of late, loss and futility, and it does remind of how precious every moment is, and what a gift. The anniversary of a death that nearly destroyed me looms over me, but the light of my Ray pierces that darkness and life has been given to me in so many ways. An old friend attempted suicide recently, and they turned off the life support last week as the mother who never cared for her when she was desperate to be loved refused to leave her side and held her hand and stroked her hair. Why do we not recognize the gift life is until death stares us in the face with its cold, hard, black eyes? Death stares me in the face more and more often as I begin to fight for the forgotten victims of our rampant consumption. Thank God for the hope of his redemption. May the Kingdom of God come ever so quickly.
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