Little over a week ago a friend of mine was killed in a moment. days before her life was laid out with abundant potential, she was engaged, about to start teaching Sunday school and do a thousand other things and then in less than a second everything changed.
The one question that I cannot ask, because I cannot answer, is why? This is the one thing that I cannot even begin to understand. However completely to my surprise everything else around this one question has filled me with a since of awe and wonder.
In everything there was peace and grace. Even in her absence that tore a hole in our lives, there was a wholeness that could not be described. While most of us would consider her time short she had lived it well. The multitudes of people that surounded her family spoke to the extenet that she had touched the lives of all thousands of people that her life had touched. The testimony of her life left me with one question that I must answer with my life. Is my life complete each day? this is not a call for carpi demi or a quest to fill every moment with extravagant fullness but to completely live each day the way it should be lived.
I want to value all moments and to spend them as wisely as the Lord will give me opportunity and wisdom
Since I am surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let me throw off everything that hinders me and the sin that so easily entangles me. And let me run with perseverance the race marked out for me, I will fix my eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of my faith. this is my quest, to not sprint through my days but measure each one carefully and deliberately that every day I have run well that I may win the prize set before me.
see Heb 12:1-2 for the words of life
