Remember to live for Heaven, because death will come like a thief in the night.
I’ve never been so close to death.
The car was silent. My kids were sound asleep, safely strapped into their 5-point carseats. I swung my car around and backed it between the two white lines up to the curb and the grassy divider.
I turned the car off and hopped down from the grey cloth driver’s seat onto the hard black asphalt. I side-stepped around the car and up onto the divider to open the back hatch, quickly removed the stroller, and hustled back around the car to release my kids from their restraints.
I opened the back door and climbed into the car to unbuckle my one-year old.
Suddenly the furious screeching of brakes and the squealing crunch of metal against metal shattered the silence.
An angry lurch jerked the car forwards and to the side. The impact threw me out of the car and into the open door.
My head spun and my mind reeled.
I tried to refocus my eyes and understand the scene around me. The rear of my car, where I stood not five seconds earlier, was fused together with the front end of another car. The car was mangled from the height of my knees up to my ribs.
If I had still been standing there, that havoc would have been wreaked on my midsection.
Thank You, God, for One More Day
God, my Father, I almost pinned and crushed between two cars.
Never before have I looked death in the eye.
Would my life have ended immediately? Would I have survived, permanently injured with no hope of recovery? Would I have had time to ask for a priest as I was being rushed to the hospital?
I wonder if I would have seen my family one last time. Thanked them for the gift they have been to me. Told them how much I love them.
God, You could have called me home that afternoon.
But you gave me one more day.
One more month.
One more year.
You still have a purpose for me. Work I need to do for Your glory before I meet You face to face.
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Then someday I will die.
That day will come “like a thief in the night.”
And I will have to face many regrets. All the times that I have lived for myself and for the world. All the things I have preferred to You.
I will see all my failures in a new light. No longer will I view them with my dismissive and careless eyes. I will recognize their true weight: the way they pierce Your heart.
I will grieve each sin.
Each cutting remark.
Each selfish act and every evil desire.
You will reveal my impatience and disregard and I must account for it all.
On that day, I will leave behind all the things I cling to: possessions, comforts, bad habits. I will recognize how foolish I am to consider these things so important. Even my own body will be separated from my being.
Why then, do I live so enthusiastically for the physical? For food, drink, pleasure. I let my bodily desires control my spiritual wellness.
On that fateful day, my body will be out of sight and out of mind.
It will return to dust. But my soul will live on forever. Only the state of my soul will remain when I stand before Your throne and receive my eternal sentence to join You above or suffer below.
I choose that final destination with every choice I make today.
Every decision to give or take.
I must choose Heaven now, with every thought, word, and action. I must choose to serve You, to love You, to see You in others. In every blessing and every sorrow – I must live each moment with my final moment in mind.
Because I don’t know which moment will be my last.
I don’t know how my end will come – whether by accident or natural cause or martyrdom. Death will come sooner or later. I have no way of knowing the events that lie ahead until the moment in which they happen.
Prepare me now, my God!
Let me put the world behind me now so it may be easier to leave when my final day arrives.
Help me thank You every day for one more day.
Help me live each moment for You, my family, my salvation.
Help me die to self today so I may live with you forever in Heaven.
I will never forget
The car that could have ended my life had lost its brakes, rolled downhill, gained speed, ramped upwards over the divider and pummeled into the rear of my car.
My thoughts rushed to the safety of my children before my own bumps and bruises registered. Though their silence was shattered and replaced with squalling, they were still safely strapped into their carseats.
The silence of my mind was also shattered that day. Instead, my mind reeled with thoughts of my mortality.
Thanks be to God, the day ended with all of us alive and safe. I escaped with minor bruising, and my children were treated to an ambulance tour.
But I will never forget that near-death feeling.
Make today count.
It could be your last.
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