We better get our stuff figured out.
I had the honor of being with both my paternal grandparents when they went home to see Jesus. Although physical death is ugly, I listened to my Poppa whispering scripture and pointing at angels before he died. My Nanny was circled by her family praying and singing. What a gift to have that last chance to say the words sitting on your heart. Not all people die this way. I may not die this way. My husband’s brother died at 20 years old in a car crash. No time for a last minute goodbye or I love you.
You could argue, God allowing someone to die without the opportunity for goodbye is cruel; proof that we bow to an unloving God. But isn’t this just a way to take the blame off us and point it elsewhere? Is God really denying us the chance to say how we feel, because he keeps hidden from us the date and time of our death?
What about TODAY? What about the past 10, 20, 30, 40 years we’ve been walking this earth? The last 20 minutes I’ve been typing, every single breath I’ve taken during this time…a gift. Every second lived on earth, is one more chance to speak life into those you love. It’s arrogance that argues, ‘what if we don’t have a chance to tell people how we feel?’
Bull honky. Yes, I just said Bull Honky.
We need to take a step back, dust off the timid words tucked away in the crevices of our hearts, and release them like roaring waves onto the people we love.
We have some major responsibility here; it’s serious. We can’t pass the buck on this one. God gave us a tongue; we can use it for life or death. (Proverbs 18:21) Let’s use it for LIFE while we still have our life here on earth. Continue reading