"Don’t Be So Afraid of Dying That You’re Afraid To Live"

 

When I moved from the beauty of East Texas 6 months ago to the busyness of the city, I felt as if I was that one car you see on the nightly news heading TOWARDS the storm before a hurricane hits. And on the opposite side of the highway, were the thousands fleeing.

I moved straight-up in the middle of a pandemic to a bustling city full of people, and the city people were moving as fast as they could to the less populated country town I just came from. I won't lie; It definitely gave me pause wondering if I had misunderstood God's voice.

But each time I drive down this unique little street of 33 homes I now live on, located smack dab in the middle of a town of 100,000 people, I smile. I smile because I feel like my sweet little street is in the eye of a hurricane. And I know, without a doubt, I heard God loud and clear six months ago when He had me move there.

Our little street is the still, calm and quiet part of a worldly storm where the universe is swirling all around us at massive speeds and we're standing still. A place where everyone wants to know each other....waves as you drive by....and walks their new neighbor's dog when they're not able to. The ladies meet with their lawn chairs on the cul-de-sac during a pandemic so they can keep their sanity during this earth's moments of insanity.

The center of the storm is the best place to be during a hurricane of this world.

And I've been thinking a lot about our time on this earth while parked in the eye of the storm. How to live when you've got no idea how much time you've got left. I lost a lot of people last year I never thought I'd lose. Passed away suddenly, unexpectedly....tragically. I thought I had more time with them....but truth is, none of us know how much time we have left. We get up, we grab our coffee, check our email, walk the dog, eat a bagel and then do it all over again tomorrow.

And how did we made a difference yesterday? How will we make a difference today?

I heard someone say the other day, "We have to be careful that we don't cause more harm to ourselves by avoiding living life during the virus, than the virus itself might cause."

Truth be told, we all only have so much sand in the top of the hourglass of our lives. What we do with that remaining sand is completely up to us. Do we sit by watching it slowly, grain after grain, falling into history? Or do we realize, "You don't know how much time you have to live - so you have to make time to make the life you want to live."

Live for what matters, friends. Because you already know the one sure thing: You will die.

So the one and only question that remains and matters is: Will you live?