Last night I was on my way to the grocery store when I came around a bend in the road only to be see the night sky lit up in emergency vehicle lights. It appeared that only moments before I hopped in my car this horribly tragic accident took place. When I saw the cars on the side of the road, the paramedics putting bodies on stretchers, and police everywhere I immediately started to pray – for those people, for the medics/police/firemen, for all of the people on the road. When I came back from the store they had shut the entire road down and cars were being detoured through a parking lot. While I was sitting in the parking lot I watched as policemen spoke to two young girls standing in the grass, and I watched as they physically fell to the ground in sobs, the pain evident on their faces even in the dead of night. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know what they were told, but I DO know that I got home and lost it. We are never promised a tomorrow, and all I could think about is that I hope that I’m living a life that would be worth remembering if it ended suddenly. A life that would have impacted people to come to Christ, to love others well, and that lets others know that they are loved. I hope that this life I’m leading is a good one.
Today, Monday, October 22. I just need some time away from my kitchen to spend time snuggling my little man and to be present for every moment. To sit and read. To get outside and enjoy a run along the riverfront. To (maybe, but probably not) get some laundry done so that I have clothes to wear. To get in the Word and spend time just deep-breathing in the presence of Christ. To hang out with my husband and cherish him and love him well.
And you guys? Y’all, I love you and I pray that you take a day too. Spend time with the people you love and tell them you love them. SHOW them. The kitchen and the computer can wait.