Live Like You're Dying
They say that the only way to really know you're alive is to find out you're going to die
What does that feel like?
To be confronted with the cold, hard reality that you are finite and that this life is just as much a vapor as you knew it was but you never took the time to face it?
They say that the only way to live is like you're dyin'.
I believe them.
I've never lived more alive than when I knew I was going to die.
It was when I was 20 - I heard a woman preach about eternity and it hit me to my core. I swear I'd never heard words so cutting as hers.... "You all are going to die... Let me say it again. You. Are. Going. To. Die."
Any minute she said. Any minute now we were all going to die and be face to face with our Maker. Our Creator. Our Love.
And what we do in this short season called life will echo on into all eternity...
Who we become here and now is who we will be forever... and ever... and ever... and ever... and ever...
This short life is the womb of eternity, she said. And we only have a few short years to let it form us into the image of LOVE. Into the image of God.
Nothing else matters but this - to live fully devoted to His Love. And to truly know Him and Love Him with every fiber of my being.
And I don't quite know why, but I took her very, very seriously. Like I really believed her and went on a quest to transform every minute of my life into falling in love with God and obeying His call.
I fasted and prayed and worshiped and worked and studied the word and revisited prophecies over my life over and over and over again - trying to find out who God was and who I was and what I was made for.
And I found Him. And I found myself. And I found raw real living. The kind that doesn't settle for being numb but runs hard into the cold winds of truth and life.
Yes, I've felt what it's like to live like I knew I was dying...
Fast forward almost 5 years and here I am... returning again to that place of searching. Of seeking...
Wondering if this is all there is to life or if... maybe... there might be something more.
Returning to the reality that the days are short and the months are even shorter and the years are shorter still... And with time literally slipping through my fingers, I only have enough for just ONE THING.
Not two or three or five or seven things... Not a job and kids and a husband and a ministry and friendships...
No.
Just one thing.
I only have time for just one thing.
Wake me up, oh Jesus, to the reality of this life and the passing away of all things.
Wake me up, oh Father, to the truth that I am finite and this life is a vapor passing away.
Wake me up, oh Spirit, to the fire that cannot be put out by fear or failure or discouragement or apathy or pain.
Wake me up to YOU again.
To Your LOVE.
To Your smile.
To You.
You are my one thing.
You are my only goal.
I want as much of You as I can have, and I mean it.
What does that feel like?
To be confronted with the cold, hard reality that you are finite and that this life is just as much a vapor as you knew it was but you never took the time to face it?
They say that the only way to live is like you're dyin'.
I believe them.
I've never lived more alive than when I knew I was going to die.
It was when I was 20 - I heard a woman preach about eternity and it hit me to my core. I swear I'd never heard words so cutting as hers.... "You all are going to die... Let me say it again. You. Are. Going. To. Die."
Any minute she said. Any minute now we were all going to die and be face to face with our Maker. Our Creator. Our Love.
And what we do in this short season called life will echo on into all eternity...
Who we become here and now is who we will be forever... and ever... and ever... and ever... and ever...
This short life is the womb of eternity, she said. And we only have a few short years to let it form us into the image of LOVE. Into the image of God.
Nothing else matters but this - to live fully devoted to His Love. And to truly know Him and Love Him with every fiber of my being.
And I don't quite know why, but I took her very, very seriously. Like I really believed her and went on a quest to transform every minute of my life into falling in love with God and obeying His call.
I fasted and prayed and worshiped and worked and studied the word and revisited prophecies over my life over and over and over again - trying to find out who God was and who I was and what I was made for.
And I found Him. And I found myself. And I found raw real living. The kind that doesn't settle for being numb but runs hard into the cold winds of truth and life.
Yes, I've felt what it's like to live like I knew I was dying...
Fast forward almost 5 years and here I am... returning again to that place of searching. Of seeking...
Wondering if this is all there is to life or if... maybe... there might be something more.
Returning to the reality that the days are short and the months are even shorter and the years are shorter still... And with time literally slipping through my fingers, I only have enough for just ONE THING.
Not two or three or five or seven things... Not a job and kids and a husband and a ministry and friendships...
No.
Just one thing.
I only have time for just one thing.
Wake me up, oh Jesus, to the reality of this life and the passing away of all things.
Wake me up, oh Father, to the truth that I am finite and this life is a vapor passing away.
Wake me up, oh Spirit, to the fire that cannot be put out by fear or failure or discouragement or apathy or pain.
Wake me up to YOU again.
To Your LOVE.
To Your smile.
To You.
You are my one thing.
You are my only goal.
I want as much of You as I can have, and I mean it.
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