I remember one afternoon a group of us were working on stuffing and stamping envelopes to be mailed the next day. The question came up about what our dream job would be. Jared answered I would like to work with Passion.
Unbeknownst to me, he was talking about the Passion Conferences; though I took his statement as if to mean whatever he did, he wanted to do it with passion.
Yesterday morning, Jared passed away.
It was a shock to me, as he seemed so full of life when I saw him several years ago. Now his story is one of a life cut short.
When people my age die, it strikes a different cord in my heart than the passing of older people. It reminds me that I could be next. Or my siblings, my friends. Any given moment could be our last.
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So today, as my heart is hurting and sobered.
Hurting for his family. His friends that never got that last chance to hang out. That last movie watching trip. A last phone conversation. Their lives have such a gaping hole.
Sobered because I want to remember to make each day count. When I think of an old friend, I want to pick up the phone and reconnect. When I am frustrated over small bank balances or dashed dreams, I want to remember the things in life that truly matter. When I feel hurt and angry over the actions of someone I love, I want to choose grace and second chances. Because this is what really matters.