Death is the reality of life. All of our lives will end one day. We all have a last moment, a last breath, a last conversation, a last opportunity.
Today I learned of the death of a staff member at the YWAM Guatemala City base. I didn’t know her, and I’ve never met her. But I know other members of YWAM Guatemala are grieving tonight. She was young and killed tragically in a car accident. The driver is also severely injured and in the hospital.
I don’t know when my day will come. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe in fifty years. But I want every moment to count. I don’t want opportunities to pass. I want to savor each moment, capitalize on every conversation with my kids, and tell my husband how much I love him everyday. But more than anything, when my time comes, I want to run to my Savior knowing that I did my best.
No more wasted breaths…no more missed opportunities.