Apparently, it’s one week until the end of the world. You know, the whole Mayan calendar thing that has so many people counting down the days until time as we know it will cease.
I don’t believe it. Not even a little.
But let’s pretend for a moment, shall we? What if we actually knew the exact date for certain? What would we do in the time we had left?
I know I’d be taking stock of my life and eliminating a lot of inconsequential things. I’d be spending a lot more time with my husband and family. And I’d definitely be in serious consultation with God to make sure I was doing the things that are important to Him.
So why is it that we don’t do that all the time? Why don’t we live every day like it’s our last?
I’ll leave you to ponder that one.