Occasionally, the Lord will remind me how short life is, how serious it is, and how quickly it can end. On the way home from Bible study tonight, I had such a realization. It dawned on me that at any moment, we could get into a head-on collision and all lose our lives. Or, for some reason, I suddenly could stop breathing, or my heart could just stop beating. Then I started thinking of my life, what I had done, and the way I had lived. Would I be able to say that I had lived a good life? That I had accomplished much good? And, most importantly, would I be able to say that I glorified God in everything that I did? Would I be able to honestly say that I hadn't wasted my life? Unfortunately, sitting there in the car, I could answer none of these questions with a "yes." Any moment my life could end, and I wasn't ready for it. There is nothing more sobering than the thought that you might die without having made a difference in the world. I'm not trying to make anyone depressed or anything, but I think it's important that we keep in mind that this could be our last day, our last hour, or even our last moment. So, instead of, like most people, ignoring death because it's scary, I've chosen to be different and always remind myself to live like I'm dying.
