Today I drove 4 hours to honor a sweet 5 year old boy. He left this life in a car wreck along with his 47 year old Grandmother. It was a double service. Double sad for his surviving Mother, and the other family members.
As I watched the videos, and saw the love on that screen in those pictures, the thought came to mind...how special that he didn't have to leave this life alone. He was in the company of his grandmother that loved him dearly. They were together when they met Jesus!
Of course all of this sadness makes you recall things in your own life.
Perhaps I won't take the little moments for granted.
The big times always stand out, but the little ones, like smelling coffee first thing in the morning, like really hearing the "I love you's" sent over the phone. Smelling puppy breath. Slipping into a hot bubble bath.
So, on the drive home, 4 hours again, my soul sighed...
My heart belongs to Jesus, there's no fear in me for death,
only fear that I will take each gift He gives me of the time here and I'll waste it.