This morning the dreadful news came by way of a phone call from a dear friend that another dear friend and her husband had been in a head on collision last night and were in critical condition. Everything that was going on until that moment came to a halt!! The Christmas decorating, the plans to clean, errands, all of it! I prayed, I paced, I called my husband, my kids. The reality of the news and the delicate rhythm of our everyday lives suddenly became a little too real.
I wanted to do something. Rush to the hospital? Obviously pray, and then pray again, and again and again for these dear ones. But I wanted to do more!! And then it came to me. I needed to live my life. I need to live my life with more fervor and intensity than I had thought possible! This life is fragile. It is precious. Every single breath! I am praying for a complete and full recovery my friends! But in the meantime, I will live my life. I will laugh more. Hug my people more. Throw money in the Salvation Army bucket EVERY SINGLE TIME I walk by the bell ringing Salvation Army person. And I will do it all as a tribute to my friends who were caught off guard last night.
This life is short. We are never guaranteed another day, or even another breath. Go and live the life you were created by a loving Father to live!