The last two days reminded me of the fragility of life; first with the very sad news of the passing of a young mother and then today when chest pain hit me with unexpected ferocity. I prayed, laid down, took some medicine and in time it passed--but it wasn't pleasant and it was in fact quite frightening.
As I lay there I was reminded that every minute we're given and every breath we take is indeed a gift from God and that we should not waste any moment of life; for we can't count on having a tomorrow-whether we are young or old. I know this morning's pain caused me to examine my priorities and I did not like everything I saw.
By this afternoon I felt better -- even well enough to do some 'light' gardening, talk on the phone with a friend, take the dog out, cook dinner, chores ...you know the beautiful things that some call mundane. I was thankful and happy to be able to do them.
"The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away... So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom." Psalms 90: 10, 12 KJV (A Psalm of Moses)
"As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children’s children. " Psalms 103:15-17 KJV