Friday night I went to a youth coffee house ministry held at one of the churches in Shillong. It was life giving. Combined 3 of my favourite things: live music, people and coffee J I left feeling refreshed after a long week.
Saturday morning I received news that Toshi, one of the band members, had collapsed and died that morning. Just like that. I didn’t know him so I didn’t feel sad. But it was shocking. He had to have been close to my age. And last night he was just fine. And now he’s gone.
I sat with the news for a bit this morning. I don’t know about you but I take this life for granted.
This week it seems to have been thrown in my face the fact that life is but a breath.
Phiba miscarried.
Johnson’s dad passed away.
And now this young man, Toshi.
Maybe deaths really do come in 3’s…
One moment you’re here, the next you’re gone.
One moment you’re healthy and one test later you’ve got a life altering disease.
It makes me think of how I let myself believe that I’ll be healthy and alive forever.
It makes me think of how short time really is.
And how much time I let slip through my fingers.
The hours I’ve wasted fighting silly fights.
The hours I’ve wasted chasing after petty things.
The hours I’ve spent envying, comparing, wishing things were otherwise.
The moments when I’ve chosen me over others.
When I’ve chosen to take rather than give.
When I let fear and insecurity have the final say.
It makes me want to drink up every moment.
To not miss out on a chance to love, to laugh, to LIVE!
To not pass up an opportunity to give my love to others, to share joy moments, and to speak truth, and life-giving words to others.
It makes me want to try. To make mistakes. To dare to be a fool.
I don’t want to reach the end and see that I lived half a life.
I want more.
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”