On Valentine's Day, Brad and I went to a funeral for a lady we barely knew. She's the mother of one of our dear friends. She died suddenly and unexpectedly on February 10th at the age of 57.
I could not help thinking all of the things she is suppose to be doing right now. She's suppose to be with her husband of 32 years in Jamaica this week. In June she's suppose to look on with joy in her eyes as her youngest son marries his lovely bride. In August she's suppose to help her daughter welcome her first baby and enjoy being a grandma for the first time. In December she's supposed to celebrate Christmas with her family and watch them open their abundant gifts, she loved to buy.
She is suppose to finish a lot of plans and have a "full" life. But something unplanned happened:
-She went to bed to experience another glorious morning and rather found the fullness of the glory of God.
-She went to rest from the day and instead found a better rest then she could imagine.
-She went to bed here on fallen earth and woke up in the realm of the Divine.
The least favorite part of my day, believe it or not, is waking up. I'd have to imagine that waking up to God's glory in its full splendor (not confined as it is on earth) is a-maz-ing! It's something I can't even pretend to fathom.
From everything I've heard about this sweet sister, she used her time well. In her death, I am reminded that my days are in fact numbered and are fleeting. I join in with the Psalmist and say:
"Teach [me] to number [my] days that [I] may get a heart of wisdom."
- Psalm 90:12
This passage clearly communicates to me (and everyone!) to use today to serve the Lord, to love the people in my life and to spend my time wisely because tomorrow is by no means guaranteed.
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