With all the tragedy in the world, I've been wondering about the space between life and death.
Think about it. In the last two months…
Earthquake in Haiti takes the lives of hundreds of thousands.
Mudslides in California forcing people to evacuate.
Snowstorms in the northeast, stranding some, but leaving some without heat or shelter.
Whale taking the young lady to the bottom of the aquarium at Seaworld.
The growing pains actor found dead in Stanley Park.
Just last night, we heard of another earthquake in Argentina, and subsequent Tsunami warnings in the South Pacific.
The world is CRAZY!!!!
But, one unifying factor is….we're all going to die.
From the moment we're born into the world, we've got a one way ticket heading toward the grave.
No one is immune.
There's no cure.
You might be able to be proactive and prolong it.
But you have no control over when or where your end might come.
And without sounding too morbid…
Maybe there's another way to look at this.
Since we ARE all on a one way road…
Maybe it's time to really take a look at the space between life and death.
What about examining the dash between the date you were born and the day you'll die?
What's that space filled with?
Are you enduring the space?
Or are you ready to live in the space with adventure, excitement, and fullness?
Are we a people who are content to exist in the space?
Or, are we ready to embrace it and make every day a time that will count?
I'm just thinking today.
I want my space to be filled with the most.
The most of relationships.
The most of Love.
And, The most of God.
I'm not planning on kicking the bucket any time soon…but if I do…I want to look back with no regrets.
So where are you?
What will your space be described as when the final date is pronounced?