This week has been a rougher one for our family. My grandfather passed away last week, and my uncle passed away this week. Both were believers; it is a strange mix of joy and sorrow we feel right now as we grieve our loss so deeply but are so happy that now they are beholding the face of Jesus and are in perfect health.
We also celebrated our sweet girl’s third birthday a few days ago–the same morning my uncle left earth for heaven. Life and death, juxtaposed. A birthday and a homegoing–both mark the ending of a season and the beginning of a new one.
I heard a song on the radio this morning called “Dream Small” by Josh Wilson. If you haven’t heard it yet, take a listen. It expresses what I’ve been contemplating this last week. Am I viewing even the everyday, seemingly insignificant and mundane things in life as opportunities to serve Jesus? I pray that I will. All those little things, from changing diapers to kissing my husband to texting a friend to opening our yard to neighbor kids matter. I want to live and love well, so that when I get to the end of my life, I won’t have wasted it. No regrets. No missed opportunities. Living life to the fullest for the glory of Jesus.