I attended a funeral today of a dear friend whose husband was in the chair talking to her, and then, he was gone.
On the same day he left, I made a call to my grandmother because it had been 19 years; since, we had to say goodbye to the love of her life.
In a few weeks, I’ll be present for my father’s memorial, to say goodbye and try to find the right shelf for the varied emotions.
Our lives are but a vapor, here today and gone tomorrow. Are you ready?
This is the month for awareness of miscarriages, infant loss and the fight of breast cancer.
My friend posted the other day the names of her three boys in heaven, and I added my oldest, too.
Just today, I counted five women whom I know personally are walking through, or who have just walked through, this painful and fearful journey; yet, each one of them have come out swingin’.
Our lives are but a vapor. Not a one is promised our next breath. Are you ready?
Don’t maintain that you’re invincible.
Don’t hold on that you’re healthy.
Don’t keep steadfast to the hope that you’re young.
We have no guarantee. We have no contract, no agreement, no treaty with death. He can come at anytime.
Yet, rest assured, he can only come when the Creator of life says, “Now.”
Love a little deeper. Forgive a little faster.
Hold a little tighter. Lean a little stronger.
Pray like you’ve never prayed before.
Penned MG 10/9/21