Remember the old Gaither song. . .
”We have THIS MOMENT to hold in our hands and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand. . .Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow may never come. . .BUT WE HAVE THIS MOMENT TODAY!”
Someone sent this writing below to me in an email. It’s one of those that I’ve read before in past years. . .but it is so true. I wanted to post it for all to read.
|Jon - Mother - Doug|
Right now I am sixty years old. . .my mother was only seventy-one when she passed away. . .that’s only eleven years older than I am now. Mom seemed so young to die and I can remember her telling me her own mother, Grandma Banks was only sixty-nine, so Mom felt blessed to have lived as long as she did. Now, Grandma Banks seemed old to me and to think she was only nine years older than I am now. . . Wow!
That’s life, a vapor. . .we’re just like the flowers of the field that bloom and look so lovely swaying in the wind, giving off their own sweet scent . . .then they’re gone. So, my point is, if you’re going to live for God, DO IT NOW. Don’t put it off. If you want to teach your children how to serve God. . . be a faithful servant by example to them today, you might not have tomorrow. If you want to show your love to your spouse, your children, your parents. . .don’t wait for a better day. . .do it now. You don’t know how many days you have to bloom. You don’t know how many days they have either.
|Daddy just a few years before he really did "wave goodbye".|
"So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom."
Here's the email sent to me. . .I don't know who the author is.