I’m not sure how or when we get to the point where life doesn’t feel like living anymore. I’m not sure how I got there, but I’m more than thrilled I’ve come back home. I’ve come back to the home where God intended me to live and speak, dance and be. There is nothing like looking at a life and realizing there hasn’t been a life even worthy of the life it was called to. Part of a song I heard said something about how everybody dies but not everyone chooses to live. Why do we do this to ourselves?
Well, I’m not. I won’t. I want to look forward to the end of my life, and look back knowing I lived. I loved and I risked and I lived.
And this song calls to memory my niece spinning by my hips and giggling while we sing. My friends and I crying while we mourn the choices of those we love. My small group girls approaching a hand to shake and diploma in the other. My mom learning to laugh and my sister wearing lips bright red. All because a Holy God chose to love us so intensely to give us life, and give it abundantly.