I Don’t Want to Die When I’m 100

Do you remember ever believing everyone died when they reached 100? For a period in my life, I definitely thought everyone lived to be 100. I was reminded time and time again this week of how we often view life like children, as if we are all invincible with all the time in the world.

In a funny way, I was reminded of how we think we’ll live so long when we’re young. I think most people have seen this video of the little girl who doesn’t want her brother to grow up. I avoided it on Facebook for a while, but when Tyler sent it to me, I figured I’d better watch. It’s pretty funny, and actually made Tyler and I talk about how we want a little girl for their sensitivity and sweetness + a lot of tears. But the whole premise is that the girl has the realization her baby brother is going to grow up and in turn, she will also grow up and possibly die when she’s 100. It’s a pretty sobering revelation for a little one.

In a more serious situation, I had a dear friend lose her father much too early in life. What was supposed to be a life-giving liver transplant turned into a devastating nightmare. For our family, it was a chance to pray more and more together as we lifted this friend and her family up in prayer. Ethan even led us in prayer for his friend’s granddad, which was a sweet moment to watch him love a playmate by praying. And while we had so much hope, which was dashed as the situation took a turn for the worst, we still have so much hope in Him who is before all things and in him all things hold together, Him who has numbered our days, Him who has always known how it was going to happen.

Other reminders of life and death this week included another friend saying goodbye to his mother, reading a lot online about a very sick little girl, who is so brave in undergoing surgery multiple times, and Tyler and I reading more about the Baby Boy Bakery accident. I know that happened a while ago, and I heard about it and saw pictures of the cutest little red-headed boy online, but I never read a lot about it. Tyler and I jumped on the train late, but the heartache is still real.

In all of these situations, I’m challenged to action.

A life lived for God’s glory is not a life of passivity. It’s not a life where we go through the motions or take it as it comes. It’s one filled with action.

I’m challenged to love my children more and more with gospel grace and love. I’m challenged to love my neighbors, even the tough ones. I’m challenged to honor and respect my husband with words, to work with him, to love him even when he doesn’t deserve it or when I don’t feel like it. I’m challenged to think of others before myself. I’m challenged to enjoy each moment because they are not guaranteed to us. We do not number our own days. We try, but our plans are all in vain.

For today, I’m going to hold this baby just a few minutes more. I’m going to snuggle an almost adolescent boy because sometime soon he won’t want me to sit with him on the couch anymore. I’m going to cook a fine meal and pursue deep conversation with Tyler, even if it means staying up until midnight. I’m going to enjoy creation, beauty, and rain.

With the email about my friend’s dad’s passing, her husband sent this bible verse. This is Truth and encouragement to endure and finish the journey strong.

“He will swallow up death forever; and the LORD God will wipe away tears from all faces…” -Isaiah 25:8

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