Monday, October 13, 2014


 A few days ago, Hub and I were coming home from a music festival, facing the sunset all the way.  It changed a little every second, and recreated itself every few minutes.  It was such a display that no words were needed; we just watched in awe until the sky was dark.

I have been around the sun more than sixty times, and it has been a good ride.  I know there are more sunsets in my past than there are in my future.  I'm not angry about that.  It is the cycle of life in an orderly universe, and we all have limitations.  

What I am angry about is the sunsets I've missed because I wasn't paying attention, when little and unimportant things occupied my time, because I knew I could watch it tomorrow or the next day. The foolish, youthful woman that I was thought there would always be more sunsets, and the ones I missed are gone forever.

And now I have a word for you who brashly announce, “Today—at the latest, tomorrow—we’re off to such and such a city for the year. We’re going to start a business and make a lot of money.” You don’t know the first thing about tomorrow. You’re nothing but a wisp of fog, catching a brief bit of sun before disappearing. Instead, make it a habit to say, “If the Master wills it and we’re still alive, we’ll do this or that.”
~James 4:13-15 The Message