I got a new view on life Sunday. It wasn't anything profound that someone said to me, or anything I read... I was about a milli-second from seriously being dead.
I was a blink of an eye from being t-boned. I am most positive, that had I been hit, I would not have survived. The really weird thing though, is that it didn't so much scare me as make me more aware of things. My first thought was that God wasn't finished me with me here yet. It wasn't my time. My second thought was, what am I doing with my time?
It is odd how much we take for granted and assume will be here tomorrow.
Even the grass seemed different to me. I have thought about things like, what if today were your last. BUT, I don't know that I have truly put into my mind the ramifications, if today were my last. It is really different being there than merely thinking it.
We may never get another chance. Today may be our final parting words. It may be our last opportunity to make the world a better place, to bring a smile to someones face...to listen to the birds. To sing, to play , to dance.
MOST importantly, as good as all that sounds..... today may be our last to turn our lives around.
What do you wish you would have done? Do it!
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I love you blog. I wish I knew how to do this. An every day good deed. I can not get the Honduras people out of my mind, nor do I want to. I saw so many many things that we take for granted and how greedy we are. God touched my heart in so many ways on what is really important in life. I am thankful for a great husband, our children and our grandson. I really took a look at myself while in Honduras and I did not like what I saw. I pray that God will help me make the changes I need to make. I read about the young girl that was killed and my heart goes out to the family. One thing I do know is that we had better make our choice to accept Jesus as our savior because we may not have another chance.
ReplyDeleteMichele, When are we going to have the study Becoming Real?
Love and prayers to you and yours