Through out my travels I have been privileged to meet so many amazing people. I feel very blessed to meet these treasures, these hidden jewels that seem to be tucked away doing what they were made to do.
This morning as I woke up I read on facebook that one of these amazing people was shot and killed doing what he loved to do. He was a teacher and one of his very own students shot him and then turned the gun on himself and later died in the hospital.
When tragedy hits we automatically begin to ask questions. We want some answer. We want to make sense of our world that was just tossed in the air. We want to know it was all worth it.
It seems so unreal that one day your life can be one way and then in an instant every thing is changed for the rest of your life.
The impact on your life depends on how close your heart is to the tragedy. The closer it is, the more impact.
When my great grandmother passed away I wasn't sad, I never cried. She was old. She had cancer. It made sense.
When my friend in high school suddenly passed away in a car accident I was devastated. It changed the way I saw life and how I lived every day. I saw life as a gift and that every breath was a gift from God and I had so much to be thankful for.
When I think of this teacher that I met and as I read the comments of his students on his facebook wall, I just sit back and wonder. I didn't know him well. I would only see him once a week But what I do know about him and how he lived his life, I can only imagine that his death is having a HUGE impact. I know that he proclaimed to be a follower of Jesus, and not only with his mouth but by the way he lived his life.
That's the kind of life I want to live. Not just one of words. Any one can say what sounds nice. But I want to live my life in a way that when others SEE it, they glorify my Father in Heaven. That's the kind of life I want to live.
