I remember her greeting and her smile. It was the first time I remember her singling me out to be nice to me. I’d been to her house several times and rarely received more than a hello. This time, she said my name and asked how I was doing. We talked as if we were friends—as if we had always been friends. She said goodbye.
She didn’t know she would find her brother dead in his house later that afternoon.
I talked to a friend on the phone this week. She told me how a car accident caused the death of an older woman in her life. She commented on the funeral: “They didn’t talk about her occupation, they talked about the way she lived her life.”
The way she lived her life.
Last week, I read through one of my favorite books of the Bible: Ecclesiastes. The way I perceive the book, it appears as if the writer is saying, “You might as well enjoy life. It doesn’t last very long.”
A recent study of Psalms brought to my attention several verses that say, “Cease striving,” “Do not fret,” “Know that I am God.”
Such a large part of life is Rest. Such a large part of life is daily, little things like saying someone’s name when I say hi to them.
An author and speaker, Margaret Jensen, who last year went to be with Jesus, tells a story about a time when she was cleaning her kitchen and cooking. Her son came into the kitchen saying, “Mom, the sunset is beautiful. Come watch the sunset.” She replied, “Oh I have so much cleaning and cooking to do. I don’t have time right now. It will have to wait.” Her son replied, “Mom, sunsets don’t wait.” So she dried her hands on her apron and went to watch the sun set.
Sunsets don’t wait.
Saying hi doesn’t wait.
Living life won’t wait.