Someone close to me recently endured a horrible and tragic loss. I try to find the words, something, anything that could help mitigate the pain he must feel. I don’t know what to do except to continue being a friend, to show through thick and thin that I’ll be there for any support and comfort he needs. For it to come during this time of year too, there are just… no words. I feel helpless, like watching a horrific accident happen and knowing there’s nothing that can be done to stop it, except to pray mightily and believe God will hear and answer it, even if it may not be the answer I’m hoping for.
Life is too short and precious and something I take for granted. I’ve wasted it obsessing over the small things, ignoring the big things, ignoring moments I should have seized, and letting fear, uncertainty and doubt rule my world. If I were to die today I would have virtually nothing to show for it. And how could I die really, if I never lived?
I hope in the new year to come, I learn to value and be a good steward of the life God has given me, to face my fears, and finally break down the walls I’ve erected that have hindered my capacity to love and care for the well-being of others.
So whereas I face this Christmas with a great deal of sadness, I hope from that will come a wellspring of renewed hope, and joy in knowing death for those of us who believe is only the beginning, not the end.