We went to see one of our elderly friends this week, a lady in her late eighties whom we’ve known for almost eleven years. She’s gotten to the point where she can’t drive anymore, can’t go out and can’t do all the things she used to do. She’s been like a grandma to our entire family for the longest time, and she never fails to remind us of her love for our family. Time keeps floating by, and as it does her conversation holds more of heaven than I think it ever has before. She keeps saying she’s just waiting for Jesus to call her home, saying she can’t wait to see what heaven will be like, and what it’ll be like to see her Savior. This last visit I brought my camera, and I’m so glad I did. We don’t know how long she’ll be with us, and the time we have with her now is too precious to be missed or forgotten.
I’ve been thinking about that so much recently. People always say that you have to remember to cherish every second, but I think sometimes we don’t really think about what that means, and how true it is. None of us knows when we will pass away. It could be sudden, it could be quiet, it could be tomorrow or sixty years from now. Regardless, there will come a point where it will happen to a loved one, and those of us affected will have to accept the reality that that person is gone. There is no reversal, no chance of calling them back. There will be no second chance to say anything more, or to tell them I love you. And that’s why we have to treasure life now, while we and those we love still have it; why we must all be prepared at any moment to leave this world.
The Christian knows no change with regard to God. He may be rich to-day and poor to-morrow; he may be sickly to-day and well to-morrow; he may be in happiness to-day, to-morrow he may be distressed-but there is no change with regard to his relationship to God. If he loved me yesterday, he loves me to-day. My unmoving mansion of rest is my blessed Lord. Let prospects be blighted; let hopes be blasted; let joy be withered; let mildews destroy everything; I have lost nothing of what I have in God. He is "my strong habitation whereunto I can continually resort." I am a pilgrim in the world, but at home in my God. In the earth I wander, but in God I dwell in a quiet habitation.
-Spurgeon, Morning and Evening, February 27th