On Brussels
post by Michelle Griep
Every blogger in the universe is posting something pithy about Brussels today. Yeah, I'm one of them. Most will lament the bloodshed or the insanity of terror. Some will be hate-filled, others oozing fear. There will be facts and statistics and gruesome details galore. But the one thing that's really worth everyone's attention is the brevity of life. Those people were just going about their business, la-de-dah-de-dah when the last word of the last chapter on their life was written -- and they didn't even see it coming. It could happen to you. It could happen to me.
But it's 100% certain that death will happen, whether by a bomb or disease. No one makes it out of this world alive -- except for Jesus, but He gets a pass because He's also part God.
Anyway, the point I want to make is life is short. A vapor. A breath, and you never know when your last one will be. So live today as if it's your last. You want to be a writer? Then get on that writerly dream pony and ride it. You want to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies with your grandkids and eat them fresh out of the oven with a glass of milk? Then invite the kiddies over and get to it.
Don't wait until tomorrow to pursue your dreams because tomorrow isn't a promise. Whatever talents God gave you are to be used, not buried in a hole.
I wonder what dreams lie crushed in the rubble of Brussels.
But it's 100% certain that death will happen, whether by a bomb or disease. No one makes it out of this world alive -- except for Jesus, but He gets a pass because He's also part God.
Anyway, the point I want to make is life is short. A vapor. A breath, and you never know when your last one will be. So live today as if it's your last. You want to be a writer? Then get on that writerly dream pony and ride it. You want to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies with your grandkids and eat them fresh out of the oven with a glass of milk? Then invite the kiddies over and get to it.
Don't wait until tomorrow to pursue your dreams because tomorrow isn't a promise. Whatever talents God gave you are to be used, not buried in a hole.
I wonder what dreams lie crushed in the rubble of Brussels.