Imagine it was your final day
alive. Only you knew it. You knew also that where you were going was worth
departing for. You also knew that feeling overwhelming sadness would be a waste
of your final twenty-four hours. So what would you do?
Perhaps you would not be bothered
about politics, fashion, television, the News. These would fade from your mind’s
sight, as you thought more about things at home.
Maybe you might not care so much
about that degree or that PB or the career you tirelessly pander after. Or
possibly you see the need to take time out to just breathe — as you breathe
your last seventeen thousand breaths.
Think on this. We assume we’ll be
here for ages, even lamenting many aspects of our lives, even as we take for
granted the many moments we’re given to love those we love.
Life is enriched to an abundance of
purpose when we comprehend The Day (to-day) which the Lord has made.
The cycle of the cosmos seems to
endure as clockwork. But our lives, though they seem to mirror life, are not
like that.
None of us knows what is coming,
just as none of us can predict what is coming.
All we can do is live lives that
exemplify the art of goodness in time. To take the breaths we do have, and make
of that oxygen fuel for thoughts and actions that make a difference in the sphere
of our influence. Nothing else matters.
May God truly bless you as you
ponder more days as your last here on God’s earth,
Steve Wickham.
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