Day 12: Life’s not fair

Today was a tough day. With the holiday season and coworkers on vacation, there have a been a few extra responsibilities to look out for, but I can handle that. Today I spent most of my day immersed in the news articles about the Mandera Massacre in Kenya. It’s gruesome, so I’ll spare you the details (read them online if you want to). The whole story shook me to be honest. But one small little detail snuck almost unnoticed. The Adventist Church that meets in that town, approximately 15-20 people on a regular basis, had 4 armed guards the morning they were meeting, BEFORE news arrived of an attack. So meeting with at church for them comes with armed policemen outside to help keep them alive. 

Day 12: We often see how our life isn’t fair; some people in the world have worse than we can imagine. I’ve lived in unsafe places before, and know the reality of not living in the sheltered environment. But I have never lived somewhere that I needed an armed guard to meet somewhere with people who believe the same thing I do. 

My heart breaks for the lives that were lost, the families that were broken, the community that was changed forever. Those who remain face more than most of us will ever have to. Life’s not fair. But for just a moment I realize how much worse it could be. May we never forget.

Day 4: Signatures

Day four is ending after midnight, so this is one of those “to not break the habit” posts. We had a fabulous day roaming around DC. 
One of the highlights for me might have been the signature collection at the National Archives. Yes, seeing THE Declaration, Constitution and Bill of Rights was enough to make one pause and reflect. But the signature exibit made my imagination run wild. From celebrities to politicians, letters to army enlistment papers, there’s something so exciting about seeing someone from the past’s signature. It’s like the graffiti we learn at such a young age “I (______) was here.” And looking at these original signatures, you know that at one point in time, that person was in front of the exact same piece of paper marking it with their pen. 
So it got me thinking and you’ve guessed it, to my lesson of the day. Day 4: Choose carefully what you sign your name to. I don’t just mean contract-wise, but in general. There are times to take risks on the unknown perhaps, but overall choose wisely what you promote and/or endorse. Taking ownership of words on a page (or screen) leaves a legacy. Maybe you won’t be known for that one passive aggressive Facebook post, but it makes up a part of who you are to those looking at you from outside. So be educate your statements, and take that step with confidence. Your signature is worth gold. 

Hold on Tight

Life has its ups and downs. We’ve all lived it, a few days where nothing can go wrong, then a week of “blah.” Maybe there were a few months of horrible then a scattered sprinkling of hopeful possibilities. Of course the moments that we deem worthy of sharing of the good ones, the great ones for those of us that don’t share as often. I may choose not to share online every time I have a bill to pay and I’m not sure where the money will come from or every time I have a low-grade fever. The big lows we may share, being in the hospital, a car accident, etc. But does that make them more worthy in our life?

A full life is not made of Facebookable moments, but rather of life in all its glory. We need those highlights, those marking moments to keep on our horizon to keep us from getting sea sick during life’s normal ups and downs. Maybe you’ve had less of those “amazing” moments, that doesn’t mean you lived any less. Soak in those ridiculously simple moments, bask in the glory of your trip to the grocery store or feel as bored as the moment demands.

What makes you feel alive? I’ve come to realize that life, much like love, is a choice and not merely an emotion. Oh yes, there is emotion involved. But you love because you choose to love. And likewise we keep living even when sometime the emotion of “feeling alive” isn’t present. Sometimes living is an act of faith, faith that things will get better, that the flat moments will somehow lead to new highs, that the low moments will once again be followed by the slow climb up.

Sometimes our only hope is to hold on tight to the life we have, stay in the car and hope that’s enough.