“I guess we’re all one phone call from our knees.”
~ Mat Kearney, Closer to Love.
Due to the mortality rate of humanity, we all encounter death at the end. and unfortunately we all encounter death throughout life.
It is a strange thing, to think that death is never really far from any of us. We’d like to pretend that it’s years down the road but it’s looming in alleys and snatching people up unexpectedly.
Even though we are all aware of it, we walk around as if its shadow never passes us. We remain distant and guarded. Our grudges linger, bitterness grows.. sentiments are left unsaid, questions unasked.
I grieve when death slows the traffic of my life. It makes me sad. But beyond grief is this morbid, sad curiosity about where it all goes. How are you alive, living, experiencing, existing, growing, moving forward… and then not? What happens to your laugh? Your dreams? Your ideas? Your opinions? They vanish. They’re just gone. It’s not just that the person stops breathing, they stop being. We all live in the wake of people who once were and we can recognize that they were the small rock dropped in a still pond, but then they just rest, actively causing nothing else.
How many people I have not laughed enough with;
How many people I have not asked the hard questions;
How many people I have not stared at the stars with;
How many people I have not experienced life with!
We always wait. We wait until the inevitable happens before  we fully experience life. May that not be so of me, or of anybody I love.
May we all dive into the deep waters of intentional living, guided by our Savior who wasted no time getting to the business of loving people. and he loved them regardless of what they had to give back and who they were and what they thought.
I want to live a life that leaves me no unfinished business, even if God were to have scheduled my departure for tomorrow early morning. I want to be so intentional and conscious of my time on earth that when it’s time for me to go Heavenward, there’s nothing for me to look back longingly for. I will have loved, served, laughed, cried, hugged, danced, baked, traveled, prayed, sat, thought… lived, with my entire heart. What other way could I live and bring God glory than to accept this precious gift of life and pour it out onto the world?
Lura LeMar, you are already missed.
