I'm not talking about the country song, live like you were dying. I feel the need to urgently talk to you about this. Really! Listen up? If we were face to face, sipping coffee or tea across the table from one another, I would grab your hand and look you in the eyes, and plead with you:
What if you were told you only had one more month to live? Seriously. Think about it! More and more I hear about people getting cancer, or dying in a tragic car accident, or ... it doesn't really matter how.
Would you speak a little sweeter? Would things not bother you as much? Would you be more patient? Would you let that car next to you go ahead of you as your lanes merge? Would you take time to enjoy the simple things? Would you spend less time online and more time with the people right in front of you?
I know that for me, I would find time to let God's grace overflow from my life. God's grace, and less of me. What will you leave your family, friends, and community? Will they remember Jesus or how you were annoyed by tiny things? Because, in the light of eternity, they are tiny things...