Life is fragile.
This was my reminder this past Labor Day weekend. Life is fragile. You are fragile. I am fragile. We are fragile. Delicate. Frail. Grab a thesaurus and find some more words that point in the same direction. That’s life.
It was a good reminder. Often times we find ourselves in a groove, a routine, a daily fashion of living that can be done without second thought or conscious effort…we just live. And it’s in the midst of our daily living, counting away the seconds, rushing passed the minutes, working away the hours, that we forget or neglect to recognize our health, our state of being, our mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual presence in this world. We just are. We’re that quiet kid in class who doesn’t say enough to be notice and does just enough to get by. We slip through the cracks. We’re on the brink of a complete breakdown. There’s an almost eerie anticipation of that one more thing to shove us off the ledge.
Stop waiting for life to happen and start living.
I believe we allow ourselves to get to this point because we don’t believe the TRUTH that there’s something BETTER available to us. Instead of grabbing hold of God’s word and the life offered us through his son, we marinate in the lies of popular culture. That’s a dangerous place to be; in fact, it’s life threatening.
This weekend I went to visit a dear friend in the hospital. I arrived excited to see him. I left devastated. A few months ago he disappeared. Vanished. Gone. Poof. Lies distorted truth. Stress, frustration, anxiety…life simply became too much to handle. Relapse quickly transitioned itself from a possibility to a cruel reality. Life is fragile. Delicate. Frail.
So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall!
1 Corinthians 10:12
Life is too fast. It’s not that it’s too short, it’s too fast. Short is relative, fast is reality. Things happen. Good things. Bad things. Things just happen and they happen out of nowhere, in the blink of an eye. When we allow ourselves to get caught up in the daily routine of life we get caught off guard, side swiped, sucker punched, coldcocked. Taken by surprise we naturally revert to survival mode, not trust in God mode. We rely on our instincts, not God’s word. We act, move, make decisions on our own, not seeking counsel, advice, accountability. Life’s too fast.
Slow down.
Where are you at today? How are you doing? No, really…how are you doing? Are you able to honest with God or someone you trust? Are you able to be honest with yourself? Are you allowing life to slip away? Are you moving too fast? Have you already invited relapse to sit at the table?
Life is fragile; do you believe that? I hope so, it’s in our weakness we are made strong.
This was my reminder this past Labor Day weekend. Life is fragile. You are fragile. I am fragile. We are fragile. Delicate. Frail. Grab a thesaurus and find some more words that point in the same direction. That’s life.
It was a good reminder. Often times we find ourselves in a groove, a routine, a daily fashion of living that can be done without second thought or conscious effort…we just live. And it’s in the midst of our daily living, counting away the seconds, rushing passed the minutes, working away the hours, that we forget or neglect to recognize our health, our state of being, our mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual presence in this world. We just are. We’re that quiet kid in class who doesn’t say enough to be notice and does just enough to get by. We slip through the cracks. We’re on the brink of a complete breakdown. There’s an almost eerie anticipation of that one more thing to shove us off the ledge.
Stop waiting for life to happen and start living.
I believe we allow ourselves to get to this point because we don’t believe the TRUTH that there’s something BETTER available to us. Instead of grabbing hold of God’s word and the life offered us through his son, we marinate in the lies of popular culture. That’s a dangerous place to be; in fact, it’s life threatening.
This weekend I went to visit a dear friend in the hospital. I arrived excited to see him. I left devastated. A few months ago he disappeared. Vanished. Gone. Poof. Lies distorted truth. Stress, frustration, anxiety…life simply became too much to handle. Relapse quickly transitioned itself from a possibility to a cruel reality. Life is fragile. Delicate. Frail.
So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall!
1 Corinthians 10:12
Life is too fast. It’s not that it’s too short, it’s too fast. Short is relative, fast is reality. Things happen. Good things. Bad things. Things just happen and they happen out of nowhere, in the blink of an eye. When we allow ourselves to get caught up in the daily routine of life we get caught off guard, side swiped, sucker punched, coldcocked. Taken by surprise we naturally revert to survival mode, not trust in God mode. We rely on our instincts, not God’s word. We act, move, make decisions on our own, not seeking counsel, advice, accountability. Life’s too fast.
Slow down.
Where are you at today? How are you doing? No, really…how are you doing? Are you able to honest with God or someone you trust? Are you able to be honest with yourself? Are you allowing life to slip away? Are you moving too fast? Have you already invited relapse to sit at the table?
Life is fragile; do you believe that? I hope so, it’s in our weakness we are made strong.
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