The width of my hand

Unfortunately, this is not the first time that I have written something like this…

“how can it be?  my blog says the last entry is April 2014?”  and I think… what was going on in April… and then it dawns on me that it is 2015 and that April 2014 wasn’t this last April… wow…

I am hoping to get back up on the horse here with my writing, because I believe that God is doing something inside of me and I need to be obedient, because if there is one thing I am learning about more than anything in my faith, it has to do with obedience…. but that is a blog for another day… look I am already talking about my future writing 🙂

In just a few minutes, I will leave and join some friends to travel to a funeral.  It is a celebration of life and a homegoing.  And as I think about this beautiful person, I have nothing but fond memories.  I see a lady lit up with a smile and a laugh.

I start to think… Am I really living my life to its fullest?  What will people think as they prepare to attend my services?  Funerals make me take stock of my mortality… I don’t like to think about it, but it is real.  I read recently a post that pointed to Psalm 39:5 which states it this way

You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
    My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
    at best, each of us is but a breath.”

So, I look down at my small hands and think… “why do my hands have to be so small?”  but really… I am being pressed by God to really take an inventory about what I am choosing to put my time towards. (i.e. taking a break from Facebook)

I encourage you to take a moment today and look down at your hand and think about what fills your time, and what will they say about you as they drive to your funeral… sobering thoughts I know, but important thoughts.

be inspired

be blessed



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