A childhood friend gained her heavenly wings about two weeks ago. She was only forty-six years old and a beautiful, smart, kind, soul who will be dearly missed. Sunday, Kobe Bryant, his daughter, and several other precious people were killed in a helicopter accident.
I have been thinking about just how fragile life is. But more than fragile, life is a gift. A gift I have taken for granted.
Moody Monday mornings and scornful Sunday nights have been my norm. I know waking up is a blessing, but so often my attitude is plain out ungrateful.
Lizzo was right…. truth hurts.
The buzz of grief on social media has been tough. Yet, there have also been glimmers of hope in messages reminding us to savor the moments we still have.
Ms. Creola Tuning turned eighty-five this week. She stands on the back row of my fitness class and shakes her shimmy every Wednesday. In her eighty-five years of life, she has surely seen grief, loss and disappointment. Mixed in with hardships, she has also seen love, compassion and good times.
As I watched her dance in a tutu during our class this week, God taught me a valuable lesson:
Dance while you still can.
…you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and carry on our business and make a profit.” Yet you do not know [the least thing] about what may happen in your life tomorrow. [What is secure in your life?] You are merely a vapor [like a puff of smoke or a wisp of steam from a cooking pot] that is visible for a little while and then vanishes [into thin air]. Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and we will do this or that.” James 4:13-15 AMP
When you dance, your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It’s to enjoy each step along the way. -Wayne Dyer
Today’s post is part of a weekly blog link up called Five Minute Friday. Click on the link to read some of the other posts! I am blown away by the writing of these Christian writers from all over the world!