I usually keep it pretty light on here, so I'll apologize in advance if I'm getting a little too deep. This summer has shot off like a bullet. This week something happened that brought everything to a halt.
Sunday morning my husband woke me up. There's nothing unusual about that, he's always the first one out of bed.
" You don't have to get up, its still early, but I have to tell you, " his voice was strained, "I just got off the phone with Grandma Harriet. Uncle Daryl suffered a massive heart attack.... He's gone."
I didn't ever know Daryl very well. I had spent a few Thanksgivings with him around. I enjoy meeting up with his kids when we visit Wisconsin. They are all close to my age. Daryl was the same age as my dad. But all of that doesn't matter so much now. What mattered to me was, in an instant his life was over. I am no stranger to loss, but any experience I've had has been gradual.
This was a reminder to me.
In a second, my life could be over. Where do I stand? What do I do in my life that's going to matter when I'm gone?
So here's my point- When it's all said and done, what will matter is if I lived my life in sincerity and love. I must be constantly reminded to stop and reevaluate my service to the Lord.
And as always,
-Allison with Prairie Whims