Today is for living. Living is a favorite thing of mine. Who wouldn’t say that? But there is living and there is living. There is the living that is about existing and surviving. We have all experienced that at one time or another in our life.
I’m talking about the really living. Embracing life. Finding purpose in life. Enjoying life. Participating in life. Today I will participate in life and enjoy time with friends at an event that will have my husband on cloud nine. (Read – sports event). I could personally do without the event, but I love my husband and love to see him happy.
It is also an opportunity to spend time with friends from church. That is important to me also. Living is not always about what you are doing, but why you are doing and who you are doing with. Doing life with family and friends is living.
“Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.” I John 4:11
Living in Grace,
“Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality. ” Emily Dickinson
We live our lives in fragmented pieces and unfinished sentences. We struggle to be what we think we are supposed to be – what we think others expect of us. We listen to the cacophony of voices around us clamoring to be heard and forget to stop and listen for the one, still voice that matters.
Some die too young while they’re right in the middle of the clamor, and they leave other’s to figure out the pieces of their lives. I believe if they could come back they would tell us to forget the pieces, forget the chaos, forget expectations of others. Instead, they would tell us to slow down, let the sentences be finished. Listen to the one who knows us best.
Soul living begins with listening to the still voice in the quiet of our heart. It requires a down slowing and an attitude of waiting, of clinging to the good and settling into peace. Making room for love and living. Realizing that living your faith, making time for others, savoring the everyday is far better than existing to chase a dream that you can’t take with you.
Since the first of the year, it seems that we have had one funeral home visitation upon another. A couple of these were men who died too young. Both my age, one in a car accident and one in his sleep. Both Christian men who loved their families. Seeing them in pictures with their families and hearing others speak about them was a testimony of lives well lived. Lives that made room for love and living.
Death is no respecter of age, and it will come to all. When my time comes, I want those left behind to be able to say that I listened to the Still Voice, that I settled into the Peace that only he can give. I want them to see the finished sentences. I want them to know they were loved by my living.
Living in Grace,
Today was about living, experiencing, absorbing, storing for later retrieval. I took my father to Preston, KY for a mega
junk sale. Stuff was everywhere. You could buy guns, roosters, rabbits, glassware, collectibles, food. The fields were lined with vendors with all kinds of items. A sign at one of the booths summed it up about right: “I buy junk and sell antiques.”
I made a few purchases. I walked a lot. I filed a lot of mental pictures (forgot my camera). I am very tired. I would say it was a good day. The best part of today was spending time with my father. He was in his element looking for just the right find. He was happy to be out and about, and I was happy to make that happen for him.
Really, that’s all I’ve got today. I am that drained. The tip today for writers, or anyone else who is listening: Live life and make memories. You can write about them later….
Living in Grace,