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LIFE IS RACING BY

By the time you knew what to call it, you were neck deep in it. You’d toddler-walked and talked, smelled crayons
and swung bats, gurgled and giggled your way out of diapers and into childhood.
You’d noticed how guys aren’t gals and dogs aren’t cats and pizza sure beats spinach. And then, somewhere in
the midst of it all, it hits you. At your grandpa’s funeral or staring right in the face of the aftermath of a mistake you made perhaps. Maybe when you waved good-bye as your big
brother or sister left for the university or to their new home with their spouses. Then you realise.

You realized that these days are more than ice cream trips, homework, and pimples.

This is called life. And this one is yours.
Complete with summers and songs and gray skies and tears, you have a life. Didn’t request one, but you have
one. A first day. A final day. And a few thousand in between. You’ve been given an honest-to-goodness human
life.
You’ve been given your life. No one else has your version. You’ll never bump into yourself on the sidewalk. Like Max Lucado said in one of his books, " You’ll never meet anyone who has your exact blend of lineage, loves, and longings. Your life will never be lived
by anyone else. You’re not a jacket in an attic that can be recycled after you are gone."

 Some people don’t bother with such thoughts. They grind through their days without lifting their eyes to look.
They live and die and never ask why.

 We are created by a great God to do great works. He invites us to live our lifes to the fullest, not just in heaven but here
on earth. Here’s a salute to a long life: goodness that outlives the grave, love that outlasts the final breath.

May you live in such a way that your death is just the beginning of your life.

Sustainably Yours.

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