This week I was reminded once again of the fragility of life and how the most important things in life aren't things.
My uncle~the youngest of my mom's siblings and the only son~died very unexpectedly. He apparently had a heart attack in his sleep and never woke up. He was only 60. While everyone knew he wasn't in the greatest of health, his death has shocked the entire family.
This tragedy has given me pause to think.
To think of how I end each day. What is my attitude toward my children? Is is impatient and tired or is it loving and kind? Was I so consumed with getting the house clean that I didn't make time to enjoy my children? Did I make the effort to kiss my husband goodnight before I drifted off to an exhausted sleep? What was the last thing I said to my parents, my sister, my friends?
What if I didn't wake up in the morning? How would my last moments be remembered?
The Bible tells us how short our lives are in the big scheme of things, just a vapor. We must make the most of the small amount of time that we are given.
The most important things in life aren't things.