Ecclesiastes 3:20

All go to one place; all are from the dust, and all turn to dust again.

Feb 23

There is a universality in death. Eventually, all things (including me) die. While maybe that’s not the happiest thought to begin my morning, it’s true. I’m no different than anyone else in that regard. Death is something I’ll face one day. I actually find a strange comfort in that. One day I WILL “turn to dust again.” Knowing this means I don’t have to fret about it. It’s beyond my control anyway. I don’t know how or when it will happen. I hope it isn’t anytime soon… and I hope it is peaceful and painless. But instead of fretting over any of that, I’d rather consider my life.

How do I want to live?
What do I want to see and do and accomplish?

There is a big and beautiful world out there that is worth exploring. But mostly, I just want to tend well to what is right in front of me. I want to care for my friends and family. I want the people around me to know they matter. I want them to embrace the joy of art and expression. I want them to feel safe to be who they are. I want to love and love well.

Before I turn to dust again, O God may this be so.

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