I’m not sure where time flies to. But fly it does. I promise I’ve neither died, fallen into a comatose abyss, or been taken away by little men from the Twilight Zone. And if you don’t know what the Twilight Zone is, then you definitely need to educate yourself on it and check it out.
I am finally breaking the sabbatical of silence. I’m sorry. I know. It’s been a couple of months since I last wrote. More like three. Or four. That’s a long time. And in that span of time, well, some things have gone down.
It turns out I needed a wake up call. Because I’d slowly been drowning and spiraling into that place of complacency that we all tend to be most comfortable in. Most people may not have noticed, but I did…and my God did.
With the result of this wakeup call…. I realized that I’d started to become exactly all of the things I was so ardently pretending to write and speak out against. I was going through life like a robot without having the luster of living or being a light to those closest to me. Where was that strong woman who had the heart of a lion and the joy of light? She’d faded and she’d gotten lost while sleeping.
Then someone died. At the time, I was working for the police department. It was Valentine’s Day and I really just wanted to be home eating chocolate and listening to a Frank Sinatra vinyl. The 911 phone rang and a very calm man on the other end told me that his sister in law was dead. Of course, this absolute conclusion can be difficult to positively determine so I questioned him further because if there was even a small chance that this woman had a pulse, we were going to try and save her. He said that he was a doctor, he knew what he was talking about, she was blue, and she was definitely dead. Apparently she’d been dead for several days and no one had known until now. She’d been drinking and overmedicated. I thought it was ironic that this address was at the very apartment complex which I resided. I also felt it was very sad that this woman hadn’t been missed for several days and only found on this day of love.
When I arrived home that evening, there was an officer at the bottom of my staircase. I wondered what was going on, but then it hit me when I saw the door to the apartment across from mine standing wide open. The person I’d taken the call for was my neighbor. This woman had been kind to me ever since I’d moved in next door to her. Granted, she was a bit eccentric, but she was thoughtful and she and her small dog made me smile. I came to know that she was alone. Her children hardly visited, she never had company besides that of her small dog, and she could really use someone in her life. Several days before the call, this very woman had come to me and in that moment…. I knew she needed someone to talk to. I could feel it and I could see it. She just needed a couple of my minutes. But I didn’t have a couple of minutes. I was too busy. I grabbed my groceries from the car and quickly told her to have a nice day so I could escape her eccentric remarks and avoid a person I didn’t feel like investing in right then.
Who knows what could or would have happened if this lady had someone. She just needed someone who cared. It took someone days to find her because no one had cared.
I started to get the notion that maybe this was a stop sign to me. Just maybe I needed to wake up. But I was still napping.
Then Grandma unexpectedly died. Well, more specifically, she got her plug pulled. And I never got to say goodbye. Then Aunt passed away. Then a couple of weeks later my car was killed when I was involved in a nearly fatal wreck and almost died myself. Then a week after that, my friend had a freak accident and almost died but luckily made it out with a minor concussion and a fractured collar bone.
Yep, it was getting pretty hard to keep up with everything.
What was going on and why were all of these bad things happening? Was God seriously that against me? I’ll spare you most of the gruesome details at this time (more on it later)…. but it’s called life. It’s the fallen world that we live in where bad and sad things happen. These are not things cause by a good God. Actually, the bad things would happen regardless because of the state of the place that we live where bad things occur. It’s a good God that protects, blesses, and puts his hand of security around us. Yet sometimes, some of the bad things are the result of what happens when we run red lights and don’t use caution with the yellow ones.
So, what’s the moral of this story and the point to all of this pretty unfortunate news?
We don’t know how much time we have in this physical realm. It’s uncertain and, really, even if we do live to a ripe old age, it’s still pretty short. A hundred years tops. That’s not a lot. There’s not time to waste squandering life. There’s no time to not invest in the people around you. People are what make up life and you never know what life you could make a difference in if you take the time to do so. We are not robots and we have the freedom to choose what we do in this life. But there is also a responsibility that comes with that freedom.
Wake up. Don’t wait for a call until you fall asleep.