I recently had a thought-provoking conversation with a friend of mine facing the possibility of losing a loved one due to a menacing diagnosis. As we talked about the emotional roller coaster of it all, she said something that struck me: The hardest part is trying to sustain a sense of normalcy, yet wondering each night if she had done enough to make that day count.
It seemed like such a familiar thought to me. My friend is dealing with a terminal diagnosis, but we are all terminal. This Earth is not our home. This is just a brief stopover on our way to Glory. And yet, there are bills to pay, clothes to launder, dishes to wash, floors to scrub, noses to wipe...and despite great friends, a loving family, prayer, praise music, reading the Word and a genuine desire to be different for the Lord, I lose my patience, get aggravated, gossip when I shouldn't, have a bad attitude, waste time doing meaningless things...
I don't want to be lukewarm or hypocritical. I want my life to be salty and full of the light of God.
How can I make each moment count without sweating the small stuff? How do I live in this world with a mind fully attuned to the heart of God? How do I treat life as the fleeting opportunity that it is and exercise good stewardship with the time God has entrusted to me and give myself room to rest, savor the moments, spend quality time investing in relationships, teaching my children virtues like diligence, commitment and delayed gratification?
I don't have the answers tonight....just pondering. Praying God will show me day-by-day, moment-by-moment how to really walk with Him.