It was one of those days when reality just cuts its way a little deeper into my heart. I was walking to town with a busy afternoon agenda. In the distance I could hear the bell of the village church...but it was not Sunday. As I rounded the corner, I saw it: bright bouquets of flowers carried by teary-eyed women, men in small groups walking with downcast eyes. The whole atmosphere of the village seemed solemnly silent. I have seen many funerals in my life...I did not even know the person who had passed away, yet I still felt a lump in my throat...death and sorrow were never meant to be.
But I live in a dying world. This is why I am here. The fact that I woke up breathing this morning is not by accident. My life does not belong to me, but to the One who gave it that I might live for Him, that I might save others before the bell tolls for them, that I might make a difference... Before it is too late.
John 9:4
"I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day:the night cometh, when no man can work."
Ecclesiastes 9:10
"Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might..."
Lord, give me an urgency to do your will alone!
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