Last weekend I attended an annual family reunion. I like going. I like seeing family who I don't typically see throughout the year.
During the chatter, catching up, and kids whizzing about, a few moments suddenly turned grave. Shock. Silence. Some tears. A life seemed to be hanging in the balance. My grandpa's life.
I was reminded of the fragility of life. It doesn't last forever. We only have so much time to make a difference, to be the best person we can be. Each day is a choice to live life to the fullest.
I am pondering that even my life is but a breath.
I am encouraged to keep pressing on and raising up children for the Lord. To make a difference. To cherish every moment.
May my 3 little acorns grow up to be "Oaks of Righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor." (Isaiah 61:3) If this be the case, then my life will have been a life well spent.
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I love that ending scripture. Thanks Autumn for reminding us of the gift life really is.
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