One day it will be all over: life.
Many have come. Many will come. Then there is us. You and me. Ensconced on the nib
of time. Life. What we have. Now. For this time. Only.
Then what comes, comes.
But now is the time, to plan, to
prepare, the best we can, to live what life we can. And in the planning and
preparing to find time to live. To have sufficient faith to plan, knowing that
plans may come to nothing. Yet still to plan.
As a husband I enjoy being married,
but it’s as a father that I sense that time marches on, and being a father of a
pre-schooler occasionally concerns me in the opposite way — what if I die
before he can remember me?
Life makes me contemplate because
of the tenuousness of life. Like the near-miss on the road — a second earlier
or later: history is written in these events. Lives are placed upside down and
find themselves ever in a spin. Then, more than ever, we realise just how fragile
life is. Cancer diagnoses, marriage breakdowns, as much as clean bills of health
and announcements of impending weddings… the events of life that happen in most
if not all lives.
As a parent, there is time in the
presence of our children we don’t capitalise on, yet when we’re away we miss
them terribly at times. As a partner, we think of our spouse, and we don’t
often enough thank God for them.
Life. Blink and we miss big bits of
it. Yet, it lingers and takes literally a lifetime to live.
The imperative is to live. Live. As
if there were no tomorrow, and we were about to meet God and give an account of
our lives.
You are living, so live. Live the
best you can this very moment. And if it’s rest you’re called to, rest. If
action, then act.
God gives us this day. What we do
with it is up to us.
May God truly bless you as you
live, senses engaged in realm of time,
Steve Wickham.
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