Life is shorter than we realize

I know that life is short. We are told that all the time. It's drilled into our heads. Life is short. Kiss the ones you love at night before you go to bed. Think of the ones you love first thing in the morning. Life. Is. Short.

Live like you were dying. Live like today is your last day. Live like today is your only day. You never know when someone will be gone tomorrow. You. Never. Freaking. Know.

A good friend of mine just lost her sister. Her sister died unexpectedly due to complications with an infection. Suddenly. Just like that. Life is birth. Life is lost. Life is given. Life is taken away.

You. Never. Freaking. Know.

Life is shorter than we realize. It comes quicker and ends faster than we want to believe. We take it for granted. We send off the ones we love. We leave the ones we love. We travel. We live. We function. We love. We believe. We hope. All with the thought that there will be another day--we just exist as if there will be another day. But what happens when there's not? What happens when there's some close to us in our lives who doesn't get another day?

Tragedy comes. And tragedy goes. Kiss the ones you love everyday. Hug the ones you love everyday. Tell them you love them every chance you get. Life is shorter than we realize. You. Never. Freaking. Know.

Don't Hit and Run!

This 18-inch dent was from a hit and run accident in the parking lot at Dodger Stadium at Game 1 of the NLCS series back in October. It cost $2,000 to fix and is actually on both the passenger side doors.

I was thankful to not have been driving when it happened. And thankful that my car was not worse off than it was. It's long story and God is faithful and redeeming.

I had a guardian angel looking after me in the form of a witness and his son. They saw the incident, wrote down the guys license plate and model of his car and left a note on my dashboard and someone else wrote it on my back window. He said there was at least 5 other parties who witnessed the ordeal. Crazy. God is good. Wow.

Anyway, the next night I had to go to the police station in Silver Lake to file a police report. Probably the most nerve wrecking 45-minutes of my life, especially when two police officers game in with what seemed like a warrant thinking that I had hit and run someone...or maybe I was just too too nervous sitting in the break room being questioned by a cop.

This afternoon I received a letter following up on the accident (they phoned me yesterday to let me know that the driver of the other car had been identified and came in and confessed to the collision) but this letter says that the City Attorney filed a hit and run on the party that hit me.

Wow. I didn't really think that this could be happen/would happen. Just goes to show you don't hit and run since the driver is looking at either jail time or cal trans work, depending on what he pleas after the court hearing.

Wow.

Ephesians 4:2-3, 15-16

Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.


Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into him who is the Head, that is, Christ. From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work.


I got so much crap coming out of my ears, it's ridiculous! Pray for me! 

Just one part of my bedroom composed of to-do lists...

Crazy Eyes

Don't ignore the crazy eyes.