Nothing’s Promised

Met several friends for a bit of fellowship on Friday night. Nothing I haven’t done numerous times before. One of the guys was a transplant from Kaui and had been living in Cebu for several months. Received a message the following day he’d died in a taxi en route to the hospital.

One of the things that’s occurred as a result of losing so many people close is an uncanny ability to process my grief. I’d suppose my grieving process may occur significantly faster than most. Along the lines of my post I wrote “Practice” having done something so much it tends to happen gradually with less effort.

The tragic part of his death, other than death itself, is the reality that nothing is promised. Not even survival through this very day. It offers me a renewed vibrance and appreciation for the ability to continue with my fulfillment of purpose. Everyday is a day of boundless opportunities. Yet, I’ve squandered so many, as I’m certain others have. Bob’s death is a poignant reminder to pack the most into each day and work towards His will.

Today, Monday, October 7, 2019, I am grateful that:

Reminders continue to surface at the right time. Sometimes I forget how precious our time here is. Sometimes I take it for granted and to have someone near simply taken away and their time to end offers a reminder to capture the most possible daily.

I’ve had several conversations with an artist regarding my book cover. We haven’t come to terms yet I think I’ll be able to retain her services before the end of the week.

Abby and I had a chance to spend some time together yesterday. An absolutely adorable women, I truly enjoy being near her. She’s a great companion.

Seize the Day! Be Impactful!