Archives for the month of: February, 2012

A number of years ago as I was driving to work I asked the Lord to help me get through the day . . . just get me to 5:00 this afternoon.   I realized that thinking this way was a huge waste.  I realized as I prayed that I didn’t want to just “get through” the day.

 To exist through a day denies so much . . . it denies me a life.

 To exist through a day denies so much . . .  that God loves me and has a plan for me. 

 It denies that my family has a need for me.

 It denies that I have a place in this world to make a difference.

 To exist through the day denies that I have life . . . it actually denies that I will even have a life . . . for to exist through the day is not to live.

 Don’t exist through your day . . . live your life to the fullest . . .  

Over the past few weeks we have lost two cousins in our family.  One was the wife of my youngest first cousin – she was a young mom with four children, two older boys (one already out of college and one in college) and two girls (one in high school and one in middle school).  The other cousin was the adult son of one of my older cousins – a father had to bury his child.

I went to the first funeral – it was difficult.  My cousin (in law I guess though it does not seem the right title) had been diagnosed last East with a brain tumor.  On Christmas Eve she went in to a coma and lived a few days longer.  Since her husband (now widower) was the youngest of all of us (there are a bunch of us) it was interesting watching the dynamics of family.  We all wanted to take care of him and here he was taking care of his children in a way that we had no understanding about.  She was a strong Christian woman and had raised her family to be strong Christians as well.  Many people commented about coming to give strength to the family and receiving strength instead.

The other funeral was difficult in that parents should not have to bury their children.  We all expect in the natural order of life that parents die before their children.  Again, this young man had been raised to be a Christian.  He parents and family have that peace in their hearts.

Here though are the thoughts I want to leave with – I road with my parents (almost 82 years old) and my aunt and uncle (almost 90 years old) to the second funeral.   For some reason my cousin who lost his son was surprised that my parents and aunt and uncle came to the funeral.  He has been somewhat estranged from our family for a while.  I can’t imagine . . . how could he not think they would come to his side?

Secondly, I was not really sure about riding over with these “young folks”.  On returning home I realized what a blessing I had received.  I know it was a solemn occasion however on the way over I laughed at stories told by my Dad and uncle.  They are of the old school of story tellers . . . we are losing this form of passing on history.  It is a huge loss.  I reluctantly admit I had a great time riding with my parents and aunt and uncle, because it was a solemn time.

Third, cherish your family.  I may not get the chance to be with my Mom and Dad and Aunt and Uncle again . . . but I will cherish this trip always in my memories.  Second, cherish your family, we are all only here for a short time and never know when our time is up.   I lost my brother when he was 25 years old and I was 26.  I have known for a very long time that life can change in an instant.

Finally, know my Christ, my Savior.  These funerals were sad because we will miss our cousins.  We did however have the blessing of knowing that both of them are now at home with their Lord and Savior.

Don’t wait for tomorrow . . .

 

 

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