This summer has been a whirlwind of activity. We’re in week ten of a ten-week remodel project, I completed my latest novel last Thursday and my husband’s been working more than ever. Aside from a four-day road trip to visit family, we haven’t done much relaxing. I don’t write this to complain—it is what it is. We all make choices.
However, as I babysat this little cutie pictured here this morning, it hit me (as it does on a regular basis) how quickly life goes by. At seven months old, we can easily remember when she was born, but what’s a little shocking is that it seems like my daughter just started kindergarten and she’s twenty-eight! How did that happen?
A wise gentlemen once told my husband that time feels as if goes by much faster the older we get because we have less of it ahead of us than behind. There’s a desperation of sorts to make something of it while we can. I wonder how things would change in my life if I knew I only had a year left to live. Would I see each day as a blessing and make the most of it? Would I be more patient with others and be quick to forgive a slight? Would I be better able to prioritize my time so it’s not wasted on things of little consequence? Would I be bold enough to share my faith without concern of how I’ll be received?
There’s an old Tim McGraw song—Live Like You Were Dying. Even if you’ve never heard it, it needs no explanation. So many of us are in such a rush to get somewhere, to do something, and to be someone, but at the end of the day does what we accomplish have eternal value? I don’t know about you, but it might be time for me to do a little housecleaning—and I’m not talking about dust bunnies and bathrooms. What will I discover when I see my life through His eyes? And am I brave enough to make the necessary changes?
