Do you ever wonder how you’re going to die?

I don’t. Not really. I assume it won’t be in an accident or a dramatic illness, but that’s only because I don’t have a diagnosis and I can’t see the tractor trailer from my leather recliner. It’s going to happen, though. We do what we can, but we’re all still terminal. One way or another, we will join the generations of people who walked, laughed, hoped, cried, and loved before us.

I think this way about the people I’m in relationship with. One of us will attend the other’s funeral someday. So weird. I hope my funeral is fun. Julie Massie, if I beat you there, you’re giving the eulogy. Tell them how I wore coordinated sweatsuits until fifth grade.

Sidenote: I had a crush on this boy named Kurt Zortman in fourth grade and I realized my sweatsuits weren’t doing me any favors when we were on the field playing Capture the Flag and I overheard him refer to me as the “girl in #%^*ing pajamas”. Don’t worry, I wasn’t scarred for life by that or anything.

Anyhoo.

I’m not scared to die. I used to be (with good reason) when I wasn’t right with God. But now I have given Jesus my life and he’s got me through all of it. He rose from the dead so I trust he’s got me there, too.

But I do wonder. How many years do I actually have left? And what should I be doing with them?

The Bible says:

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” -Psalm 90:12

It’s not morbid to think about the brevity of life. It’s wise. It’s realistic.

So if we really sit and think about how we spend our days, are we prioritizing things that matter? Or have we gotten sidetracked? No judgment, but maybe it’s time to evaluate and make changes where necessary.

Are you right with the Lord? That’s the most important thing. When it comes down to it, no matter the argument, we are living in his world and we will stand in front of him one day (maybe sooner rather than later).

Do you love people well and make time for them?

Are you living and working out of your strengths and gifts? Sometimes a job is just a job, but whatever you are doing, bring your heart and talents in however you can! There is no one else who can be you. You are needed and valuable, just as you are (Bridget Jones, anyone?).

It’s not too late to choose your life wisely. Intentionally. With purpose. Today is the day.

Even if you’re the girl in @&*^ing pajamas. I’m over it. I swear.

Angela