living on borrowed time
Some days, it feels as if I’m living on borrowed time.
When the images of September 11 fill my Facebook feed like they filled our television screen eleven years ago. But my loved ones weren’t there in those pictures.
When I remember that yesterday was the eleventh anniversary of when my sister-in-law pulled out in front of a semi truck. But today she’s babysitting my three children while I work.
When I looked out the window on Sunday and saw the black smoke in our field, the baler and the straw catching fire while my husband was right there, driving the tractor. But he was here to kiss me goodbye this morning.
Then sometimes, it feels as if I’ve been living on borrowed time ever since that welding explosion that almost took his life two months into our marriage. But we’ve had six years and three kids together since.
It’s hard to remember, amidst the hurry and the busy, the spilt milk and the dishes, but we’re all living on borrowed time. I just don’t always live like I know it.
Lord Jesus, teach me to number my days, and please, give me that “heart of wisdom.”
Losing loved ones really brings that into perspective. I’ve lost 3 people I love dearly in the last year.
It’s a good reminder to live each day as though it’s our last. Give hugs to those I love and tell them that I love them 馃檪
I can’t decide, for me, if it’s better to live knowing I’m on borrowed time or not. I know what the Lord’s desire is for me, but I can’t help but be in a panic about it.
I could have written this post. Walking through the situation with Heather made me so aware of this fact.
Death so very clearly puts life into perspective, doesn’t it? HUGS.