Years ago, when I started this blog, one of the things I wrote at the side of my blog as a welcome to visitors and regulars alike was this: "Life can be messy and complicated and I have lots of questions about it...but it's my goal to learn to live each day to the fullest."
I haven't changed a word of that since starting my blog because it's still a true statement for me. I have very few answers in life and a whole lot of questions...but I want to use life's uncertainty and messiness to focus on what's most important.
And yet, despite my best intentions, it's all too easy for the important things to take a seat on the sidelines while I dwell on the other 'stuff' that too often consumes my waking hours.
My new sister-in-law was recently confronted with very unwelcome news concerning her health and she and my brother now face a significant twist in their life's journey together...one that is surely very different than the one they anticipated six months ago when they exchanged their vows in that beautiful riverside ceremony. I'm sure that, for them, "in sickness and in health" has taken on new meaning.
Life is a treasure. So fragile. We can choose to close our eyes to the possibilities and meander our way unintentionally through life, or we can take in cupped hands this short breath we've been given and regard it for what it really is. Precious. Time sensitive.
This perspective, brought to precision point again by my SIL's diagnosis, has framed my somewhat different perspective over the past few weeks. I don't want to look back and think I wish or I could'a/would'a/should'a. I want to be intentional about life.
What is most important to me?
Deep down in my soul, the answer is so obvious. I want my life, and the life of my family, to reflect the Creator. My Saviour. I want to honour God through my life, despite the gazillion times I screw this up every day. I want to be clear about what should be, and is, driving me.
I talk regularly with my kids about how radical Jesus was. He was no benign, placid, go-with-the-flow kind of son of God...that perception is just modern culture talking, and it's wrong. No, He turned life-as-people-knew-it upside down, messed with all of the rules, got angry at wrongdoing and simply loved people. He was killed for challenging the mainstream and, in so doing, he fulfilled prophecy, transformed the world, and was eternal-life-giving for those who believe in Him.
God put me here on purpose. I am not here by mistake. Same goes for you. What are we going to do about this, to fulfill our life's purpose? To be radical in how we live our lives?
As my brother and sister-in-law can attest, we live in a fallen world and, as a result, we don't know what crisis awaits us around the next corner. For however many hours I have left, and with a goal of learning to live life to the fullest, what am I going to do to fulfill the purpose for which I was placed on this earth? What are you?