We went to Huntsville yesterday to see dad. It was our first trip to visit with him after his heart attack. I'm so glad that he lives nearby but it's really tough to see him getting older. I suppose it's a reminder of our own mortality and that our time here is limited. Don't get me wrong, he's fairly healthy so I'm grateful for that but it has me thinking a lot about what I want to be doing when I'm his age (if the Lord grants me those years). Where do I want to be in life and what do I have to do to make sure I can get there? Every day is precious Tori, make the most of it. You've heard me say this before and I'll say it here: I've yet to hear of the rich man who on his death bed said "if I only had more money". Nope, the only stories you hear are those of people saying "if I only had more time" or "if I could do it over again". Time is more valuable than money. The world will try to tell you differently. Don't buy the hype.
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