Living Intentionally

I was just contacted by one of my very first clients, a wonderful family who had originally invested with me during the throes of the Great Recession. We have certainly faced difficult times together before, but today is different. The wife has been battling cancer, had it beaten into remission, but then it came back. The husband reached out to me today, letting me know he needs help getting his wife’s affairs in order.

I knew things had not been going well but I was not ready to hear that today. His wife has been a fighter through this whole process. She beat it once, and I know they haven’t given up yet, but it’s looking very bleak. Absolutely devastating.

I am soberly reminded how precious and fragile life is. This woman is fighting so hard for each and every moment, facing incredible emotional and physical pain. Every day is a battle, sometimes every breath. And she is not alone. There are millions of people out there literally fighting for their lives and would be willing to give anything and everything for your problems.

Life demands that we live intentionally, to live deliberately and determined. It is far too valuable to live any other way. Your life is not an accident and you can’t afford to wake up and start each day like it is, wandering aimlessly and complaining like most everyone else. You must absolutely believe you were placed on this planet for a purpose and every day that goes by with you ignoring that fact deprives others of what you have to give.

We let our lives get so busy with meaningless activities and then complain we don’t have the time to do what matters. Your life doesn’t have to go like that but making the switch won’t be easy and it won’t happen on accident. We are not in control of the number of our days but we can certainly increase the value we bring to each of those days. We must choose to make a conscious, concerted effort to live intentionally.

Not one of us is promised another breath. Do not put off until tomorrow the good you can do today. Also, if you would, please say a prayer for Donna.

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