Just the other day I shared with y’all about my turtle patrol adventures. It’s an amazing thing to do, and I will be sad when the season comes to a close in a few weeks.
One thing I didn’t share in my last post was the struggle between the damage people do, and the help that we offer back.
For over twenty years, I have gone to the beach like it was my job. I would drag my children there every weekend. Prince Charming knows my favorite date night is to watch the sunset from our beach chairs. I have written of this and I can envision living the rest of my years within reach of such glory.
One sight that has piqued my interest is the staked-off sea turtle nests. My consistent comment was, “I want to do that.” Which was immediately followed with, “How can I do that?” Between children and work, the morning routine barely allowed time for red lights. The sea turtle nests became, “One day I will do that.”
Nike has hit the top of the recognition charts with this one, haven’t they? It’s actually a great phrase in the right context. It could be really stupid and dangerous too, so don’t jump off a bridge or anything because you read this and my words somehow inspired you to be an idiot…that’s not on me!
Tomorrow I get to do something I have been wanting to do for a really long time. I am taking a painting class. It’s just a couple of hours, but the goal is to bring home a 9×12 canvas painting of a seascape that I will paint! The class was not expensive, the supplies were a small investment though. My hope is that I’ll gather some know-how and use them again. I see how the phrase “starving artist” came about – paint and brushes are not exactly cheap!
As I’m crossing this off of my bucket list, I can’t help but think of my friend Beth. She passed away very unexpectedly this week. Her funeral is Monday. I was going to stop in at the hospital on Wednesday, but I didn’t. I thought, ah, she’ll probably be home in a day or so, I’ll call her later. She had said she didn’t really want visitors, just prayer. And I was busy. So I prayed for her. Late that night, she took a turn for the worse, ended up on life support, and died on Thursday.
Her family is all here, and I am helping with the memorial service. I am grateful that I can help them through this. I just wish that I had popped in to say hello.
We never know what can happen in a day. The Bible says it in James, “Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”
It’s so true. Life is so fragile. And temporary.
How do we sort out what’s important versus what is urgent? We can’t do everything, but we can do something. Give of ourselves. Make time for those that we care about. Love well. Just do it – while you can!
Thanks for reading…and if you’re the praying type, pray for Beth’s family…