As a paramedic, one of my least-liked duties was taking people out of their homes for the last time. This particular elderly gentleman had put a lot of work into his house and property. He had even planted trees in a circle so he could hide in their midst and watch the wildlife in his field. The pain on his face, knowing he would never return, was palpable.
Everything in this life comes to an end. We need to learn not to hang onto it too tightly and start considering the eternal home that awaits us. If you haven’t made a reservation for that place with your name in His Book of Life, I hurt for you.
Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.
Give it some thought before the ambulance pulls up to your door for the last time.
Gary