A young man that I know passed away last month at the tender age of 23. I didn’t know him well, yet I mourned his lost. It’s not because I love him or that I’ll miss him. I barely even knew him.
I mourned the loss of what could have been. Not for me. For him. I believe that God knows we want to live long lives. The bible references long life many times.
“I will reward them with a long life and give them my salvation.” Psalm 91:16
“You shall walk in all the ways that the Lord your God has commanded you, that you may live, and that it may go well with you, and that you may live long in the land that you shall possess.” Deuteronomy 5:33
“Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother” (this is the first commandment with a promise), “that it may go well with you and that you may live long in the land.” Ephesians 6:1-3
Yet, this young man lost his life at 23. I couldn’t really comprehend it. It weighed on me for days, maybe even weeks. I cried for him.
“God, why did you take his life? What about the dreams he had?”
I am such as believer in life. I believe life should be joyful, purposeful, and magical. I believe we should strive to achieve everything in our hearts. I believe we should make the most of life.
As I lay on my couch crying, heartbroken over the loss of what his life could have been I placed my hand over heart and listened for God.
“Charlene, you’re so in love with the experience of life you’ve lost touch with who you really are.”
I was reminded that I AM a spiritual being having a human experience. I am a child of God. I can’t love life more than I love the Creator of life.
