Don’t Take Life for Granted

That statement has rung like a consistent church bell throughout the suburbs.

As I’m getting older, those words have never been truer than tawny carpet settled upon a Baptist church floor.

Since I’ve been married, the dawns and dusks have noted “sweet by and by” lines. The days have seemed to lovingly linger and passionately pass at the same time.

So those wise words do hold genuine guidance...don’t take life, time, love, and relationships for granted. Don’t lightly glaze moments with mundane interaction. Interact like a worshipper of God, holding hands to the sky. He will spark vigor in a “so-so” soul. Then a “for granted” spirit will subside.

Let go of perishables that become granted mind debts such as:

Malignant malice
Gnat-like grudges
Accusing and acute anger
Bitten bitterness

Take in moments like a sermon seeping into your heart and habituate:

Love that is lucid and lively
Reveling and strong relationships
Peaceful and poised time
Lustrous and luminous life
Forgiveness in a timely chorus manner

I’ll never forget my dad staying around the dinner table, “You know, every one of us around this table is dying.”

No, he didn’t mean we were dying at that moment, but we are all appointed a time to pass. So, use your time wisely and “Don’t take life for granted.”

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