This morning I woke up to the news that a North Central University student passed away in his sleep.
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He was only a senior in college.
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I started scrolling through the comments on social media to see people’s reactions.
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And it all reminded me of what happened when my Dad died-when anyone dies.
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It’s a mixture of shock, memories, sadness, questions, and promises.
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When someone dies, people react like you do when you’re driving and you see police lights in the rearview mirror.
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You freak out, grab the steering wheel with both hands, and start driving as carefully as possible.
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But then what happens?
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The Police officer drives ahead of you.
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The intentionality you once had starts to disappear.
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And after awhile you relax again, slouching in your seat and leaving just your thumb on the wheel.
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We get comfortable and lackadaisical.
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Too often, we get “used” to life.
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We lose sight of our dreams, goals, and callings.
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Our vision is obscured by things that don’t matter.
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Then someone dies and we grab our life’s steering wheel with both hands, focusing on the world around us.
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May we never lose that intentionality.
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Live everyday with purpose, pursuing the tasks God gives you and the things you want to do for a fulfilling life.
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There’s no convenient time to die, but when my time comes, I want three things:
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1. Leave little left to do.
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2. Nothing left unsaid.
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3. Humbly cross the finish line in the race set before me into the arms of my Heavenly Father.