Day 28 - March 15

Over the past few days God has really been focusing me on my words. The words that leave my lips hold so much. Tonight I was thinking about my last words. Maybe this is a bit extreme but I was thinking about what my last words to my husband, Tim will be. None of us know how many days have been assigned to us. I don't know who will go to see Jesus first Tim or me. I am trying to plan it out that we both pass away when we are about 96 in each others arms. However I have a feeling that it might not happen that way. The thought of Tim passing away almost breaks me. I don't think of it often so please don't think I'm too morbid. Again though tonight I was thinking of what my last words will be. I really don't want them to be angry or biting like they can be. Or critical, Or harsh, Or selfish. So what if in my conversations with Tim I treated the words I speak with the thought in my mind that I don't know what the day holds so I better choose my words with care and with love. Because I know what I would say if I was sitting by his bedside or him by my bedside with the last breath in my chest. My words would be filled with hope, with love, with kindness.

What would my words look like if I took this thought to the other relationships in my life. With my family and my friends. My words would be much different. They would be filled with grace. The little annoyances would be over looked. I would simply love them and lay down my selfishness.