This year has brought sudden deaths in the lives of people I know, people I love…
One of my best friends lost her fiance suddenly and unexpectedly. She didn’t get his daily phone call, and worried why. She sent her step dad over to his house to check on him while she was at work. He was found dead in his basement. Heart attack.
Another precious beloved friend lost her husband unexpectedly after he was admitted to the hospital having loss of breath and they found a blood clot in his lung. Days later, he died.
A thriving teen going to college, building dreams for her future, was riding her bike near campus when she was hit by a car and is now in critical condition… fighting for her life.
Oh, do we really get it? Do we soak in the truth that each day we wake up, we face another day alive? Do we really understand how fragile life is?
So very, very fragile.
I’m sure you have your own stories to tell. Loved ones, family, precious friends who have faced unexpected deaths, or terminal diagnoses…
Death does not discriminate.
Now I could remind you to make those changes to be healthy. I could expand on discussing our daily lives and how we function in them and proclaim the ultimatum of finding joy in your every day. I could even implore you to embrace every moment you have and consider yourself lucky for being alive yet another day…
How many times do we experience that convicting punch in the gut that tells us we must be grateful for our lives? I am constantly aware of how vulnerable we all are to life’s gravitational pull toward death. I’m guessing you are too.
I could go on and on about challenging you (and me) to live with intention, make the best of things, and grasp life with every ounce of vigor you have within.
I could tell you that you surely have it good, if you wake up today and breath in and out and continue to breathe as the sun rises and sets…
But I won’t.
Because there are days we don’t really care about the sun. There are days we wake up and really? We may not want to take that breath. There are days that seem endless and debilitating and so difficult we would rather not have woken up at all.
I have them too.
But despite those hard days, those trying trials, those sometimes suffocating sacrifices we endure just to get through the day, we are alive. We haven’t been taken from this world, just yet. Although there are times we may not enjoy living; we dread carrying the weight we bear, we worry over conflicts, grow anxious in crises, dive deeper in the pain, linger in the loss, break with broken relationships, weep over an empty womb, suffer in sickness, hate the horrible job, or even listen to the enemy within that says we aren’t good enough for much…
We are alive.
And I’m betting that those we have lost, would like nothing more than to tell us to LIVE.
Within each day we breathe in and out, give, move, love, and surrender to the sun that rises and sets on our day…A day that may be filled with heavy weight, conflicts, crises, pain, loss, broken relationships, prolonged illness, empty wombs, horrible jobs, or insecurities…
We have LIFE.
Value it. Cherish it. Treasure it. You may not always enjoy it, but the least we can do for those we have lost…
Is savor it.
You have a reason to live.
I’m guessing you have many reasons to live. Your parents, your spouse, your children, your grandchildren, your siblings, your nieces, your nephews, your family, your friends, your career, your dreams, your goals, your passions, your purpose, your mission here on earth. (To name a few.)
Think about them. All of them.
THAT is what you live for.
Realize that your presence in this world is absolutely, positively miraculous.