This isn’t a post about how to manage your time effectively in a super corporate warrior kind of way.
It isn’t about being the über project manager and delivering that last-minute project on time despite the ridiculous deadline.
Here is what this post is about, I was told this morning that someone I know has 48 hours to live. That’s two more sun rises and sunsets. One last weekend. This news has weighed heavily on my heart. I’m not sure why because the person isn’t particularly close to me. But for some reason being told the news has reminded me about how short life is. About how every moment counts. Every second. Every hug, giggle, laugh, friendship, family moment, whisper of “I love you”.
It all counts. I love life when it makes me feel like I have one million volts of life passing through me. Now, somehow I’m reminded about the switch to be turned off at a time not of our own choosing.
The bible says this about the all to brief time we are here on this earth.
‘Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.’ Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
I posted this post at 11:30am on Friday 4th May. By the time you read this post those 2 days may of already passed. Time is like that, its relentless. We are like the mist that appears for a while and then vanishes. Time keeps moving on. We are not permanent.
Make your next 48 hours count. Tell someone you love them. Hold your children that little bit more closer. Ask for forgiveness from a broken relationship if you need to. Put your mobile phone down. Savour the seconds, minutes, hours with the people who really matter to you.
Breath in deeply, feel the air as it rushes into your lungs to give you that next second of life. Remember that life was never meant to be permanent. It’s a gift that we all have been given, if only for a little while. For some of us we are fortunate to be here just that little bit longer. For others of us we will vanish sooner rather than later.
For myself. I’m thankful. Grateful for my life. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m a Christian and as part of that I know I have a hope of a future beyond my time here on earth. My time isn’t in fact bound by the now. There is a whole eternity to look forward to.
But boy, I’m not sure, why but the next 48 hours just became much more significant to me.
I have a question. What are you thankful for? What are the moments when you feel the most alive? Comment below.