Live Life Well It’s been over a dozen years since seventeen-year-old Joseph died. Whether we live seventeen years or live to an old age, life is brief. My husband’s ninety-three-year-old mother would tell you her life flashed by in the blink of an eye. We’re all dying. For several years after burying my boy, I desperately wanted to die. Truth be told, I’m still not opposed to it. But God has other plans. He needs me here. And so I ask him what he has for me to learn, what he wants me to know, and what he wants me to do. And I ask him to speak loudly and clearly, knowing I can be hard-of-hearing and obstinately prefer to make my own plans. The same reply comes back, nearly every time: Life is brief. Savor the moment. Forget your bucket list and throw out your wish list. It’s not about vacations, frills, or thrills. It’s about me. Live life well. Reach for me. Know me. Tell others about me. Delight in me. I’ve given you instruction and examples of how to do this in my Word. Dig in deep and become rich. Right there, where you are, Shelley. Live. Life. Well. Any moment could be your last. Until I call you home, experience me deeply. Right. Where. You. Are. Until I call you home, love my people—right where you are—right where they are. … Lord, I am desperate for you. With each day that passes, I grow acutely aware that this isn’t home. You are home … and I am homesick. But I don’t want to be so heavenly bound that I miss your calling and become unfamiliar with your voice and face. Living life well is foreign to me—it goes against my nature. Help me, Lord, to find the purpose you have for me every single day. Use my grief. Use my strengths and weaknesses. Use my success and my failures. Use my health and my ailments. Use my family. Use all of me. Amen.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 20:32:18 +0000
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