Life is short. I learned this a young age. I can’t even remember how old I was when I went to my first funeral, but I was little. I never understood when people over the age of 10 never experienced one. That doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with them, they were just lucky and I didn’t understand it. I won’t go into all of the lesson’s I’ve learned from them, and I’m sure if you’ve lost loved one’s you have insight too. My purpose of this post is not really about death, but actually of hope & life. This past week a friend of mine’s husband was put in the hospital and is in a coma. It is a reminder how your life can change in a second. It also reminds me how powerful love is. I could only hope for a love like theirs. Perspective. Who’s going to be there by your bedside when life is critical? Who’s worth going through the journey for and with? Doctor’s didn’t think he would make it, but with God’s grace, a lot of love & prayer he so far is. I believe in miracles & I believe in the power of both prayer & love. Call me a dreamer, call me a sap, call me whatever-I don’t care. I’ve seen the power, and I know again I will see it.
I’ve lost both family & friends, so it’s always in the back of my head to try not to sweat the small stuff. Try not to hold grudges, and always let your loved ones know you love and care. You just never know. But also, live life to the fullest! Don’t put off til tomorrow what you want to accomplish today! Work on that Bucket List! Be what you want your legacy to be!
Live fully, Love fully. Life is too short.