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“…only a year to live.”

There’s a lady in our church – I don’t really know her – who heard those words recently. It seems that she has taken a medication for a malady for several years that has badly damaged her liver. Those are not words that anyone wants to hear. Upon reflecting on this situation, I prayed for this lady to have hope, if not for this earthly life, for the life she will have with her Lord.

I wonder how I would handle hearing those words. My first reaction is to travel to places that I have never been and do things that I have always wanted to do. How do you make the last year of your life “special.” I would love to go overseas. I would love to drive a motor home all across our great nation. All of that would be prohibitively expensive, though. But the more I think about it I don’t think any of that is as important as other things. If I only had a year left I would want to spend it entirely with my wife and kids. I would want to travel but only to visit special friends in my life. I think it would be important to me for everyone I love to know that. It would be important for the people that have influenced me throughout the years to know how much they meant to me. I don’t know if I would even tell them about “the time I have left” because I would not want pity or sadness. I would want everyone to know that they have reason to celebrate the day I go. They should know that I am in a better place. When it comes right down to it the doctors here do not really have all of the answers. I remember when they told my dad that he had 6 months to a year. He lived four or five years from that time. So we don’t really know, I guess. It’s all in God’s timing. And it is best that way.

On an unrelated note, Noah came in tonight and asked Rhonda and me if we knew Mrs. Zippy. Rhonda asked if she was married to Mr. Zippy. Then she helped him spell Mississippi. She apparently knew exactly what he was talking about. I was (am) still trying to figure out who Mrs. Zippy was.

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