It’s so easy to get lost in
just getting through the day, the week, the year, that all of a sudden you wake
up one day and are like “whoa, what happened, where’s my life?” Some people stay in this zombie-like state
all of their lives, “just getting through the day” while others have some pivotal
moment, some trigger, that wakes them from their sleep to a second chance.
Maybe it was becoming a mother, or that I'm almost thirty, or the devastating news, that my cousin’s newborn baby is dying from SMA. Or a combination of all of the above, but something awoke a change in me. Something inside of me was shouting, "Wake up!"
I’m not going to pretend to
understand God’s plan, but what I can take from all of this is that life is precious. It is not a guarantee. I believe that somewhere I have a purpose, I just need to find it. I need to stop spending my life waiting for tomorrow because, sometimes tomorrow never comes.
