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Have You Watched Enough Sunsets?

When the sun comes up tomorrow, will you be here to see it? I ask, because statistically, 822 people who get up this morning, without a single thought about

Have you watched enough sunsets? Brad W. Smith photographer, sunset across the Pacific Ocean,

Have you watched enough sunsets? When your life starts to flash before your eyes, what precious moments will you see?

the length of their lives, will not get up tomorrow. Tuesday was that morning for a friend of mine. Like my friend across the country, they won’t see the end coming. It’s an ugly truth: you can’t count on enjoying your life later. So, ask yourself a few questions today: Have I smelled enough roses? Watched enough sunsets? Or am I too busy?

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Why Do Bad Things Happen?

Those who know me know I have a wacky (some would say warped) sense of humor. So a few weeks ago when our pastor quoted from the book of Matthew, I got to thinking

“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?

And not one of them will fall to the ground

without your Father’s will. But even

the hairs of your head are all numbered.”

~ Matthew 10: 29-30

about what the scripture said and meant, and what it didn’t, about why bad things happen. Here’s where my wacky sense of humor comes in. So if sparrows don’t fall without it being God’s will, and even just your hair is more important than the sparrow, does that mean that no hair falls from your head that God has not ordained?

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Why You Think Words Cannot Express Your Feelings

Many years ago a friend of mine was murdered at work. Her killer has never been found.

bouquets of sunflowers, pink roses, statue of jumping dolphin, basket of pastel-colored eggs surround headstone in cemetery

Grief is not expressed in platitudes. Grief is expressed only by knowing what is in your heart and putting your feelings into words.

 

As far as I know, the police have never even uncovered a possible motive. She left a husband and two small boys.She and I were part of large group of friends who were in the habit of getting together nearly every week. Together, we grieved our loss.

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