The convenience of my iPhone for capturing thoughts in the middle of the morning  –

I’ve been awake since 1:30 when Lori and were awoken by our dog Slic, who is nearing the end of his race. Slic probably has bone cancer and is not the speedy greyhound that he used to be. In fact he doesn’t run any more at all. But he still gets excited for dinner and loves his toys. He still makes us smile.

This has started off as a challenging year as I’ve already said goodbye to three human friends. One very suddenly and two to longer battles with cancer. I think it was last week or the week before that I commented how it seems we think most about our own mortality when we lose someone close to us. Death also makes me think about the work I am to do here. There was a quote I read yesterday that didn’t seem to resonate then but does right now at 2:10 in the morning.

“Ninety-five percent of the people who died today had expected to live a lot longer.”
— Albert M. Wells, Jr.

And I think it was last week that I heard a message on the radio referencing the thief who was crucified along side Jesus.

“Jesus answered him, ‘Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.'”
Luke 23:43

My purpose here is to touch lives. I can choose to think that I can wait and do it tomorrow or next week or next month. Or I can do it right now. I don’t know how much time I have or how much time there is for those God wants me to touch. Paradise is coming. Who’s life will I be asked to touch today?

In the words of Winston Churchill via my dear friend Paul, “Action this day.”

2:25am now. Maybe I can sleep now. Maybe my dog woke up to prompt me to reflect and write. Who am I to question how He works?