Returned from Houston last night after a sweet but heart aching service for my cousin's wife. She was a vivacious woman, someone who squeezed every moment out of life, and with a song in her heart. I wept so much on the way home, for my cousin, for the twins, and for the reminder that the life on earth can be so short. Above It All and The Spirit Lives On from Building 429 echoed in the back as I prayed.
I also felt thankful. Yes, death had taken her, but God has taken her from death. And even though this beautiful family was separated now, in God's view of time, I know it's just a blink until they are together again.
I liked the way she grabbed life and found joy in every part of it, even the busy parts.
That night, I vowed to not to let the small details of life get in the way of joy as they do on some days. I vowed to take better care of myself.
I could picture an even more joyful, fun-loving me, and felt a little excited for tomorrow's new attitude.
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