Tired of being tired.
How did things get so fucked up?
Warren W. Wiersbe
I’ve literally helped hundreds of souls enter this world. It sometimes feels routine.
It was not the first time I’ve watched a soul leave this world. But it had been more than a minute.
Last night I sat next to a women take her last breathes. Watched each lingering gasp.
Another one, a woman my own age, I held her hand as she went thru torture, just so she could be there for her children a while longer. Knowing it was stealing moments. I wept with her, knowing I would do the same.
So today I left the umbrella at home, and put my face in the wind and rain. And walked. And ran. Feeling everything I could.
Knowing everything else is meaningless.
It’s these moments that count. And I will never take for granted that new soul entering this world. Bursting through in her first breath, as another takes her last.
There is no time.