It's my plan to continue talking about my recent time in Nicaragua. If for nothing else, I love the record of it. But today, I am reminded at how very precious life is.
My sweet friend Beth's mom has been fiercely battling cancer for some time now. She's in the ICU now and as I prepare to go see Beth after work, I just want to make things better. But, I can't.
Our dear family friend is in a brain rehab center in Greenville. Ideally, she'll re-learn how to eat and walk by herself. Typing those words doesn't seem real.
I noted on my calendar that yesterday marked the 13th anniversary of me coming to know Jesus as my Savior. There have been many ups and downs in our relationship. I am utterly undeserving and utterly grateful that he saved a wretched sinner like me.
As I've contemplated life today -- the joys of being born again and the brevity of it in the flesh -- I can't escape thinking how precious it is.
“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls, who, on finding one pearl of great value, went and sold all that he had and bought it." Matthew 13:45-46
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