Life Is Short
I stuck this reply on something I read on somebody elses page and rather than writing the whole thing out again (cuz it's what's on my mind today) I'll just paste it in here.
Reading the story of "Billy" made me think of something that happened a while back. I was in Ecuador a couple weeks ago, for a missions trip, and some people from our group went to a nursing home, just to visit w/ the people cuz no one ever comes for them. One of my friends returned with a story of a lady she was talking to who said that everyday, she just wakes up waiting to die. But that day, she didn't want to die, just because some people she came and visited her. That's just so saddening to me, thinking that these people have no friends, no family, no one left. But they have a lifetime of stories and experiences and no one to hear them. I think God's trying to teach me something, cuz this point was reinforced today when I was visiting my grandma and we were talking, about random things and she was telling me stories about stuff that happened thru her life, now that it's closer to over than to the beginning. It made me think about how short life is, and how someday, not too far from now (ok, so I'm only 18, but in the grand scheme of things) that will be me sitting there, telling my stories to somebody. I want to use my life - especially while I'm still young and can do so much - to love, and experience life, and serve God with complete abandon. So that someday I just won't be another old lady in an old folks home...but someone really did make a difference, and didn't just talk about it. Who helped changed lives and, in essence, the world. Wow...sorry I am totally rambling...I didn't mean to. I short, I'm agreeing w/ Stephen in saying, just make everyday count, don't let them slip away, cuz there's only a limited number of tomarrows.
Reading the story of "Billy" made me think of something that happened a while back. I was in Ecuador a couple weeks ago, for a missions trip, and some people from our group went to a nursing home, just to visit w/ the people cuz no one ever comes for them. One of my friends returned with a story of a lady she was talking to who said that everyday, she just wakes up waiting to die. But that day, she didn't want to die, just because some people she came and visited her. That's just so saddening to me, thinking that these people have no friends, no family, no one left. But they have a lifetime of stories and experiences and no one to hear them. I think God's trying to teach me something, cuz this point was reinforced today when I was visiting my grandma and we were talking, about random things and she was telling me stories about stuff that happened thru her life, now that it's closer to over than to the beginning. It made me think about how short life is, and how someday, not too far from now (ok, so I'm only 18, but in the grand scheme of things) that will be me sitting there, telling my stories to somebody. I want to use my life - especially while I'm still young and can do so much - to love, and experience life, and serve God with complete abandon. So that someday I just won't be another old lady in an old folks home...but someone really did make a difference, and didn't just talk about it. Who helped changed lives and, in essence, the world. Wow...sorry I am totally rambling...I didn't mean to. I short, I'm agreeing w/ Stephen in saying, just make everyday count, don't let them slip away, cuz there's only a limited number of tomarrows.
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