There have been a recent string of deaths of people who in different ways touched my life. Some weren’t people that I new well, but I interacted with each of them in different ways.
A couple of them have died so young. It really made me think about how important it is to to make the best of my time here on earth.
Life is a tender delicate string of reality that we cling to.
I heard someone say, “We make the most out of our time when we have the least to spare.” That is true for me. When I only have a few minutes before someone is coming over, it’s amazing how much I can quickly get done around the house. I used to write daily for 15 minutes. Sometimes I was able to get more done in those focused 15 minutes than the other times when I had an hour or two to spare.
For the past couple of years, I have picked a word for the year. This year my word is intentional. This word coincides with how I have been feeling lately. I want to be more intentional with how I spend my time, with the food I put in my mouth, with keeping up in my relationships with others, and with what I spend my money on.
In life, I don’t want to live with regrets. I want to Be Intentional.
Posted in Testimony, Truth
Tagged death, inspiration, intentional, journal, life, life lessons, one little word, sadness, sanctity of life, truth
I went to see my grandma this week. It is hard to see her because the person we remember is fading from us. This time was especially hard because it was the first time she didn’t recognize me.
I am reminded that EVERY life is beautiful. I know it’s hard to watch what she is going through. But despite this, I believe there are life lessons to be learned. Some may say it would be easier to put her to death…out of her misery. But who says she is miserable. She seemed somewhat content with her thoughts and surroundings. We have an idea in our head what makes up a real life and we look at others who may have less and we wonder why were they ever born…they can’t do this or that.
Each of us is important. Each of us has a purpose for our lives no matter how short or long we live. No matter what imperfections we face. We were all meant for greatness.
She is still teaching me something. How important it is to be faithful. To live in the moments we are given. To be present with those we love. Life is fleeting. Those of us who still have breath should choose to live!
Posted in Hope, Truth
Tagged alzheimer's, death, every life is beautiful, grandma, grandparents, joy, life, life lessons, living, love, misery, nursing homes, october baby, older, purposeful life