I have purposely been avoiding my blog for the last few months. Even as I begin this post, the tears are welling up in my eyes. I suppose it's because this blog has been a place for me to document the journey that we had been on with my Dad's illness. We celebrated a wonderful Christmas together and New Years. Things got so busy from that point on, that finding time to blog was next to impossible. My beloved father went to be with Jesus on February 8th. It was a glorious transition from our embrace into the everlasting arms of our heavenly Father. I am sad, but the assurance that he is in eternity with Jesus is comforting.
Looking at this picture, reminds me of how much I wanted to make every touch count because I knew our days were numbered. My feeble attempts still leave me with the yearning to hug him once more.
We all tend to have those plans, goals, projects, dreams...
"moments"... that we contemplate "one day" accomplishing. If there is one thing I have learned from accompanying my father through his journey with terminal illness is that life is fleeting. I'm purposing to embrace every moment and delight in the verifiable truth that we could live abundantly if we will only live now. I'm going to work on those unfinished projects. I'm going to share the love of Christ with strangers. I'm going to love like I've never loved before. I'm going to delight in the moment.