I remember my little grandson, Noah, and his brief time here on Earth. I remember how excited we were that he had joined our little family. We had plans for his life from conception on. However, we only had him for 7 days. Silly me, I just knew everything was going to be okay even though he came prematurely. I remember flying out to Central America to do God’s work while he was in the hospital. I just knew that he was going to be there when I got back from my short mission trip.
I remember getting that call from Nancy that Noah was not doing well and we needed to be praying for him. Then came that painful call that he had passed away. I will never forget that day. It has been burned deep into my memory, even today.
Sometimes in life, we do not get a mulligan, a do over or a second chance, so we need to make life matter. I will always replay in my mind, “what if”. If you love someone then show them, because we are not guaranteed of the next minute. Your “what ifs” may have softer landings if you take time for your loved ones today.