I’m not functioning very well at the moment. My husband, Vernon, has been in hospital since Tuesday with heart failure and he won’t be coming home until Monday. This means that, with two trips to the hospital every day, nothing much is happening on the home front, but this is not what I’m thinking about at the moment. I’m thinking about those two dreadful, frightening words –
Heart failure !
It means that the heart is failing to function normally.
This incredible piece of human machinery we carry around inside us, this pump that sends a steady flow of life-giving blood to the very extremities of our bodies, is now failing to function as it should.
If you think about how many times your heart beats per minute, per day, per year, and you multiply that with your age, then you begin to wonder how much longer it can keep going. I know Vernon is thinking about this; his heart has served him faithfully for 77 years, but how much longer can it last. I’m thinking about this as well; not just about him, but also for myself.
It has made me realise, once again, what a precious gift life is. God has given us this wonderful gift and many of us never pause to think exactly what that means. He didn’t give us a life in bondage, but a life of freedom; the freedom to choose what we want to do with our lives. We can be the captain of our own ship and go our own way, but, if we’re wise, we can choose to have God at the helm. It doesn’t mean we won’t go through any stormy patches, but it will ensure that we have a safe journey to whatever shore God is taking us.
At this stage in my life I am taking one day at a time. God has given me the precious gift of TODAY. It is now up to me. What am I going to do with TODAY. Am I going to guard it selfishly, or am I going to share it with others? Am I going to keep the love that came with it to myself, or will I pass it on?
If God has given me one more day,
I will live it to His glory, come what may.