"I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." John 10:10
Today my life is very full. I am so thankful for my daughter's life, for my husband, for this home we share and the silly dogs that populate it, for my family, for work to do that matters … so many things. In the wake of so many sad losses this season (Nikki's Dad, Emily, Maddie, Thalon), I realize even more how truly blessed we are and how none of this is in my control. More than ever I realize life is fragile, that our moments are gifts … all these words suck at expressing what I'm trying to express. I'm so sad. I am so grateful. This year I celebrated Easter by feeling sorry for myself. I am ashamed of that. My cup is running over and puddling on the table and soaking the carpet and yet I complain.
My Jesus has conquered the grave. So that I could experience life to the fullest. Should I choose to.
I really need to choose to more often. Because even though it's challenging and frustrating and irritating sometimes it's a precious thing that is over in the blink of an eye. I believe in eternity. I believe that Christ died and rose again so that I and others would have the opportunity to spend that time in STYLE. With him. And so I must dust myself off, pack up the diaper bag, and get to work. Because as I sit and sulk my time is running out, my daughter is growing up, opportunities to love people as Jesus does (which is unconditionally, by the way) are flying by and I don't want to wake up in heaven one day with my to-do list undone.