A life well lived. What does this mean? I was reading a comment from a lady who said one of her favorite things to do was to go to a cemetery and read what has been written about dead people. I found it very interesting, a bit odd but nevertheless very compelling. It made me think what would they write about me? Do you ever wonder about that? I have and still do. I want to live every day as if today was my last day. It doesn’t mean that I will eat chocolate all day long… (although I could do that), but it does make me think on how I can make this day count for the glory of God. I tell you this… it is not easy, yet I strive to make each day count. The Bible says in John 15:8 the following: “This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.” How will I show myself to be His disciple today? I came across this poem and I think the last lines summarizes the point I am trying to make.
“I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid, more accessible;
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.”