Lent: Hard Phone Calls

Yesterday I got one of those phone calls that knocks the breath out of you and leaves you feeling very, very small.  Even in the best case scenario, this situation is just going to be hard; and the worst case scenario is unthinkable. The content of the conversation isn't mine to share, but suffice it to say, my people and I are very scared and sad. So forgive me, reader.  This post is more for me than it is for you.

It's amazing how quickly life can change, and my perspective along with it.  I have so many expectations of how my life should look -- health, comfort, family, "normalcy."  But when life pops the air out of my balloon, suddenly I realize how much I take for granted. And how much I believe is in my control.

Our post-Enlightenment society has taught us that our lives are our own, that our time is our own. I buy this 100%. But today as I was driving, this verse echoed in my brain:

To live is Christ.

My life isn't my own, my time isn't my own. To live is Christ.