Birds chirp merrily outside my window, a tiding of spring.
New life will soon be bursting forth beneath melting snow.
Little seedlings sheltered indoors are pushing their green heads toward the sunlight.
It's a promising time of year.
Yet in one week I hear of birth, of death, of sickness, of sorrow. My heart is full.
So often we take things for granted, life especially.
We don't stop to think that we might not wake up tomorrow.
That we might be in an accident next week.
That we might contract a serious disease next month.
That we might not live to see another year.
There is that possibility you know…
And I've been struck afresh with this one thought.
Live each day as if it were your last.