Whew, this New Year  is off with a bang! Hoping and praying all is well with you and yours.
These past few days have been quite thought provoking for me. This past weekend, I traveled to LA to prepare for my mom’s 80th bday party in just a mere few weeks. Quite unexpectedly, I found myself also preparing for my mom’s only sister’s funeral, who died in her sleep early Saturday morning. Aunt Ola was 82.
It was quite a juxtaposition – delivering birthday invitations, viewing the facility, and selecting a pretty pink and white coffin (with embroidered pink flowers and pink chiffon) on the same day. But, hey that’s life. Death & Life are indeed celebratory. With life we celebrate daily, but really we take life for granted. We take purpose for granted. We take what God has graciously given us – for granted. With death, we celebrate all the time that a person had and what was performed in that time. In life, we truly don’t think of death unless we see it nearing, either in ourselves or in someone struggling with health issues or it slaps us in the face quite unexpectedly.
When I first heard that my aunt had literally taken her last breath, the first question to me was, “Did I spend enough time with her?” The honest answer was no, I had not. As I later struggled to write her obituary, I thought of my death, my obituary and would someone have to struggle to find kind things to say about me. But almost simultaneously, I thought of my mom’s 80th birthday party. I thought of the balloons and the decorations and her younger years and of our lives together as mother and daughter, and I thought, “Have I spent enough time with her?” And again, the honest answer is no.
I leave with Psalm 39 (NLT) to seriously ponder; and as always, be open to all that God has for you. Happy New Year!
“Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are numbered—
how fleeting my life is.
You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
at best, each of us is but a breath.”
We are merely moving shadows,
and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
We heap up wealth,
not knowing who will spend it.
And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
My only hope is in you.
Each of us is but a breath.
For I am your guest—
a traveler passing through,
as my ancestors were before me.
Leave me alone so I can smile again
before I am gone and exist no more.
Father, we are indeed your guests passing through a world you created. Let us make our time on earth mean something. Let us live purpose filled lives so when it is time to write our obituary, folk won’t have to struggle for something good to write about. Show us now how to live so that we may finish well. In Jesus name we pray, Amen.
Submitted via email distribution January 08, 2014.