Grace

On Friday, I stumbled across a squirrel, lying in the grass next to my car. It didn’t move as I approached, and I knew it was dead. If it weren’t for its lack of movement and the hovering flies, you would’ve thought it was asleep, at least until you got close enough to notice its glazed over black eyes. Still, I wanted to shoo the flies away from it. I couldn’t bear to watch them crawling all over its tiny body. Despite it being far too late, I wanted to rescue it. But from what? It wasn’t in pain. It wasn’t suffering. Whatever it had been through in this life... was over now. 

So often we think of death as an end. And in someways, no matter what you believe, it is. An end to life as we currently know it. I’ve been thinking about this - about death - more often lately. In the past four years I’ve lost more loved ones - family and friends - than I care to admit. And I’ve watched as others have had to face the possibility of death, unable to do anything to help them. I, myself, am getting older, as we all are - forever racing towards the inevitable. For death is inevitable. He comes for us all. And we can’t stop him from coming, though many have tried - from those searching for fairy tale fountains promising to turn back the hands of time to those who desperately work to unravel our very DNA. No, we can't stop death from coming and we can’t stop him from taking those we love. We can’t even stop him from claiming our own lives. So what can we do? 

We can be the person we want other people to be. We can make life a little better and a little kinder for ourselves and others, while we’re here on earth. We might not know how long that is, but it doesn’t really matter. We only have one day to work in - today.

These are the thoughts of a sometimes Sunday Momma. 

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