To Live Like We're Dying...

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To live like we’re dying

Is to touch with awe

The wonderful wonder

Of moments from God

Blue, deeper blue

Winter-dusk spills its sigh

Covering earth

Like a sea from the sky

Then, what was new

But a short while before

Will slip into Past’s

Vast never-more

None can one’s number

Of moments foretell

Time’s pendulum swings

Twixt heaven and hell

And we, the partakers

Of mute moment-grace

Showered with kisses

From God, touch his face

…if we with humble

Endeavor but ask

To live every day

As though it were our last

© Janet Martin

We cannot count moments,
but we can make moments count!

Tim McGraw sings about it, Ann Voskamp writes about it and Kara Tippetts tells us how it is...

You know what?  Suddenly,

Leftover leftovers...

laundry piles...

 

Messy sinks...

leaky doors...

...never looked so good!

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Ps. 90:12