life, to its fullest.

My grandmother is dying.

but...aren't we all?

Today in short, slurred together words, she said "I never got to live my own life."

That could partially be the morphine talking, but she maybe she truly feels that way. She has the chance to think about her whole life, what it was, what it could have been, and well, there's nothing she can do about the choices that she made. Can you put yourself in that situation?! To realize that all of your choices have brought you to where you are, to see yourself and how you've gotten the way you are. The children that you have, the grandchildren, the house, the car, the church, the bitterness, or the sweet memories, the vacations you did or didnt take, the moments that you chose to walk away or to stay and fight it out.

I believe my grandmother lived (and is living) with regret. I dont want to live like that. I want to take chances, so that when i sit years and years from now, i can think about the changes that God made in the world through me. Am i doing that now?! Do i have the courage to do what God has called me to do?!

All that said, Grammy lived(s) a good life. I'm so thankful for her. I'm thankful for her poetic spirit that binds us together, we're very similiar. I feel her pain in my soul, and its hard to escape. But i know, soon and very soon, she'll be pain free. This disease will leave her body and she'll live with our Creator forever. We all will....or we all have the chance to.

Let's live life.

Love.

Breathe.

Soak in God's presence.

and really be a light into the darkness.

go on that vacation.

be love to our coworkers.

write the song.

finish the novel.

live intentionally AND real.

lets be real.

twasout.