Life is short.
Life is short and it also isn’t meant to be lived in a mundane, ordinary way.
8:00 am, clock in, break room talk, shuffle papers, awkward silences, bitter resentment, laughter, meetings, emails, deadlines, 5:00 pm, clock out.
This last year has been a stark reminder that this life I have isn’t something in my hands, under my care or even in my direct control.
This past year I found out I had parasites (from serving in Kenya over TWO years ago), I had a chalazion and a surgery to go along with it, and I just had a cancer scare (as for now the doctor says it’s most likely benign).
Every second the clock is ticking down and one less breath of mine has gotten its dying chance. I don’t have time to dwell on the ifs, buts and maybes. When I replace my disappointment and stress of life with the overwhelming peace and joy of being alive, something changes.
The peace of Jesus is unreal. The healing power of Jesus is overwhelming. But most of all the joy in knowing that though my days are numbered, they are most dearly written to be the best I’ll ever have, that is truly exciting.
God has called us to live a life that doesn’t waste a breath, waste our intentions or waste our money. God has called us to get uncomfortable and step outside of our familiarity to find what its really like to be selfless.
This life isn’t mine. The illnesses I face aren’t mine either. The struggles, worry, doubt and insecurity are all his. Every burden and fear of mine is and has already been taken out of my arms. God carries my heavy weights so I can live in freedom in Him.
8:00 am, deep breath, inhale peace, pray honestly, act selflessly, love limitlessly, smile until your face hurts, laughter, dance in freedom, 5:00 pm, be thankful
Life is short and it also isn’t meant to be lived in a mundane, ordinary way.
Life is short.
