We can live out our lives, and in the end realize that we never really ‘lived’ a day in our lives.

We are quick to surrender that which we deem as long dead, when God is quick to restore that which He deems as never really having lived.

How many stories are there that have been lived, but will never be told? Far too many for me to squander the one that I’m living.

If the outcome of our years lived serves us, I would suggest that we haven’t lived.

Have we ever thought to consider that God allows things in our lives to die so that in that death we might come to the precious realization of how little we’ve actually lived in the first place?