Sony’s Thoughts: The Brevity of Life

This week, my grandparents lost two close friends–suddenly and unexpectedly. We know in theory that we are not assured of tomorrow but I think most of us assume we will get up tomorrow and continue life as usual. When these two friends woke up on the morning of their deaths, I doubt either of them knew they would only have a few more hours on this earth. It would be interesting to know what their last thoughts were, their last words…

I have been challenged once again to make sure that each moment of my life counts for something. I’ve also been reminded of the importance of telling others what they mean to me while they are living. If we don’t, our words will not be as meaningful when they are no longer here.  Let’s not be afraid to tell our friends and family how much we love them. Let’s make sure we serve them and find time for them now so that we have no regrets when they are gone.


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  1. I just had a recent experience a couple of weeks ago that brought me to the same conclusion. I went for a walk on my farm by myself. I had walked about half a mile, and I decided to walk along the edge of the pond. Well, what I thought was the edge, was out over the pond, but I couldn’t tell it because of the ice. I fell through the ice, and immediately I panicked and thought of all the people I hadn’t told I loved them, all the things I never got to do, all the things I had avoided doing that I knew I should… For goodness’ sake, I haven’t even turned 16 yet! But then, my foot hit the bottom. I had only fallen in up to my knees, and I was able to pull myself out of the icy water, and I called my dad to come pick me up on the truck. Over the next few days, I thought about how amazing it was that I could come so close to not being here anymore, but yet come away with only a few bruises. If I had been out a couple of more feet, or four more feet under, I wouldn’t be here. I can’t swim, much less in icy water. But God knew He wasn’t done with me yet, and used that as a lesson to get me to be fervent about His calling for my life.