As some of you may know, we got the privilege of stopping by Graceland on our way home from Chicago two weeks ago. It was a really cool experience, but at the same time, it got me thinking about a lot of things. It is an incredibly sad story about a man that the world loved, yet, nobody truly loved him. It is a story about what is most important in life. But more than anything, it is a story about how precious time is.
None of us are guaranteed a tomorrow, and yet, I am puzzled by how we have the realization of this truth, and still none of us live as though we believe it. I have heard stories of men who have been pardoned on death row, and have prayed to God - "God, if you just let me out of this, I will change my life for you." But oddly enough, at the glimpse of the outside world again, their hearts are molded back into a man that is invincible and forget all about how close they came to death.
Even me, someone who has witnessed close friends of mine killed in car wrecks in high school, my brothers best friend pass away suddenly at the young age of 28 because of heart failure, and has watched many loved ones leave us too soon. And I still somewhere in my heart, believe that I will have a future. I imagine how I will be as a mother, and even as a grandmother some day. But what if I don't make it that far? I know that it is a possibility, but I don't think I live like it. And by that, I don't mean as a Christian, devoting my life to God. I mean how I spend my time. How I tell people how much I love them. I started to think about how I would want to spend my last day on this earth. Would I have enough time to hug everyone I wanted to? Could I make a difference in the lives of others in one day? And then the scariest question...
why am I not already trying?
So I am curious....
If you knew you had only one day left on this earth, how would YOU spend it?