pounding heart

To the bus stop and from the bus stop, twice today, I stepped off the road heart pounding, the squeal of tires resonating through the air.

I'm sure it now takes two hands to count the number of times this has happened in the past year or few years, my life and limbs saved after 'close shave' with loss. I don't think it's that I'm a daredevil pedestrian (I've discovered that crosswalks don't make much difference, except to give the pedestrian a false sense of security!), but I'm seeing through it all just how fleeting and precious life is.

A speaker I heard last semester asked the room full of young adults, "What are you doing with your life that will last forever?"

It's important to keep the dishes washed and the house cleaned, but from day to day does it make a difference me being here vs. not being here? I sure hope so!

If you were to sit in my history class with me, you'd find names coming and going, lives mentioned but briefly - and these were the most famous of the famed in their day.

I'm not trying to get my name in a history book, but I am hoping that because of God using me some more names will be written in the Book of Life.

How about you? What are you living for?