I have spent the week in tears, devastated at the loss of this cherished wife, mama and friend who left us in such a sudden and heartbreaking way.
I have also spent the week in deep surrender. Oh how we know in our heads that life is a fleeting thing, we know in our heads that any moment could be our last.
But do we live it?
Do we breath that thought?
Does it echo in our minds when we snap at our babies, or argue that point over and over with our spouse or when we speak harshly to a friend or colleague?
This week I surrendered my desire for a beautifully presented house and nicely ordered life and replaced it with a desire to love.
To treasure my husband, my children and the people God brings into my life and to make them my priority.
To give of myself more, even when it hurts.
Ultimately... my desire above anything is to honour God with my life, with all those moments that make up my day. To live every minute as my last so that my life will be a testimony of His goodness, grace and mercy.
Because, really, my house is not going to stand up at my funeral and tell everyone what an amazing job I did at keeping it tidy. I pray though that God will use those extra minutes instead for His glory and for His purposes and not my own.
I'm not talking about living in squalor here... I'm just saying its time to reprioritise and focus on the eternal more than the momentary.
Whether, then, you eat or drink or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.
1 Corinthians 10:31
I am so determined not to forget this, I pray Sara Jo's legacy will be evident in the lives of all her knew her, that we all may be known as one who loved and gave without reserve.