Dear God,
I woke up today feeling positive about life. This was amazing since I had been too focused on the negative events happening in my life. However, the news of the demise of my friend’s mother still weighed heavily on my mind. How could I console her when my mother was hale and hearty? What words could I say that would communicate how sorry I was for her loss? Would my voice be able to reach her in the blinding darkness of her pain?
Did you have a superior plan? Was it her mother’s time to go? Did you think about those she left behind? All I have are questions begging for answers I may never get. I do feel like I can hear your whispers sometimes; the still voice trying to penetrate through the haze of confusion and pain I feel when people I love weep over the death of their loved ones. However, I scream in frustration because the noise around me drowns the quiet of your voice.
As I wipe off another tear rolling, I realize that maybe it is okay if I don’t have all the answers or things don’t work exactly the way I want. I know that I want a world where sorrow and hatred were unknown words and peace was the language spoken by everyone. More importantly, a world where loved ones didn’t die! However, I realize death has to be present for the gift of life to be appreciated. Hatred has to exist for the power of love to shine through. And sometimes, war has to be present for us to value and hunger for peace.
I remember the book I read recently, “Who will cry when you die?”. It was one that made me better understand how short the asset called time was. How many lives have I been able to touch in my time here on Earth? How much genuine help have I rendered without needing the praise or accolades? How many people have I shown the light by showing selfless love and care? I could go on and on.
How then do I cope with the craziness life brings my way? Sometimes, I get so lost in the hustles of the day that I fail to live. You know my heart; my greatest fear is to die without touching lives. As I grapple with the sad news, I am reminded that life is fleeting and can end in a second. However, if we can touch lives and make each moment count, maybe…just maybe, we can leave a legacy that is rooted in the sands of time; one that will never die.
Love,
Diane
