Consider this your Kick in the Ass

There will come a day you get the phone call you never wanted.

There's been an accident and your son, daughter, husband, wife.....

It was just before lunch and he was heading home from work sick. His wife and three young kids awaited his arrival. There was no threat of ice or snow. Just a normal drive home on the route he always took. Only it wasn't.

Heading in the same direction was a mid-20 year old man and his mother. There was construction on the road, but there always is in this part.

He veers to the left a little and hits a concrete wall which sends his car into the air.

That car flies into the air and lands on top of the other car heading in the same direction. Instantly killing the driver.

It is unreal. Almost a scene out of a movie. No alcohol, texting, or bad weather to blame.

Hearing this story on the news is horrible enough, but the sick guy heading home happened to be my husbands son's best friend.

I immediately question God. Why?

What if Matt had only left 10 minutes later...what if he was driving slower...what if...

When things like this happen we search for blame. We seek answers to questions that will never be answered. We imagine every other scenario with happy endings. We search for a peace that we cannot find.

We ponder how fragile life is. How it really is a gift each day without any guarantee.

The restlessness of why and how propels us to not take our own life for granted. For a little while anyway!

Until we slip back into the routine of what our life has always been. Because there is always tomorrow.

And things are going to be better when you lose those 10 lbs., or when you retire, or when your kids are grown, or when you have the perfect job, or when you drive the new car, or when you finally have extra money, or when you finally have more time.

A thousand things you desire to do, later.

Sadly, for most of us that time never comes. There is always, ALWAYS, something that gets in the way.

Every day people share with me their desires immediately followed by their excuses.

It's sad.

I lived that once too.

Not anymore.

I try my best to live my life now with the intention "to not arrive at my grave safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, Wow! What a ride!"

All I have is now.

All you have is now.

So why are you waiting?