Life is too short

Remember my friend, Hyatt that I told you about a couple of months ago? She was my age and had a heart attack and went into a coma. Well, she passed away. I have been keeping up on the blog and they had the funeral last week. It is easy for me to get caught up in my own life. Especially this time of year. As I sit here thinking about this family, I am in awe. Troy, Hyatt's husband is a living example of a disciple of Jesus Christ. He is not a member of my church. I know he doesn't have the same beliefs in the life after this one that I have. He doesn't have the knowledge that I have that families can be together forever. But each of his posts professes the importance of family and faith. He has endured one of the most trying things in the world. Losing one's spouse, especially when you have small children has to be horrible even with knowing you will see them again. But his words have always been positive and faith promoting. He has constantly reminded his readers of the importance of not letting the world get in the way of your family. He has reminded me to hug my kids and my husband and to forget about the stupid arguments. To remember why I married the man I married. To remember that my time with my children on this earth is limited and that the current relationship I have with them is so very limited. I have been reminded repeatedly this week from different sources that my children are not mine. They are just in my care for a short time until the time when they will be able to create their own families and bonds with their spouses. It is because of these reminders that I have thought of the result I have had in my marriage. And I am grateful to have married the man I have married. Marriages are not perfect. Husbands are not perfect, and neither are wives. But the sanctity of marriage is. The idea of marriage is. And because I have found my partner for this life and for eternity, I can only be thankful. I chose wisely. I must treasure these short moments we have in this life as they are so fleeting. And so as I conclude, sobbing and trying not to be negative about the horrible things Troy has had to endure over the last few months, I am going to try to remember that he is strong. He has his faith and his family. He is going to be okay because of these things. He is going to continue to touch the lives of so many who have come to know him and his family through his blog. And through this tragedy will come some good. People will come unto Christ. Pray for Hyatt's family. Her tiny little girls and her amazing husband who have endured so much and will not have a wife and mommy to spend Christmas with this year. The Hyatt Update blog link is on the right if you would like to read the eulogy from her funeral last week. And if you get nothing else from this post today, go hug your kids, go kiss your spouse, passionately because this life is short.