When life doesn't make sense

X Marks the Spot

I was on my way to work  and I dove off of Woodall Rogers freeway to avoid slow rush. I proceeded to take the route President Kennedy took down Elm Street. I have been to the Plaza several times and it’s an interesting place. The fellow who consulted on the Oliver Stone movie is often there selling books. There is an Elvis impersonator there who used to be a Baptist preacher. There is also a crippled guy there who is part of the entourage. I have talked to all of them at one time or another and tried to talk  about my relationship with God.
When you approach the landmark you are bombarded with people who meet you to shed their knowledge of the event with ins and outs you do not hear in mainstream accounts, of course they have a $5 magazine to sell to support their 6 to sometimes 12 kids with. They seem to have inside information and a willingness to just expound on the inside scoop. All of which no one knows but is printed in their magazine.
When you drive through the Plaza there are markings on the street. There is a big white X marking the location of the car when the fatal bullet hit Kennedy. There are orange markings where other shots hit the street and bridge. The entire scene is the same with the exception of a sign directing you to the freeway. All that being said, before I got to the place where I knew the X was I thought. Hmmmm Prior to this point the President of the United States was alive. When I passed the X  mark I thought, and……….. he wasn’t alive after this moment.
This isn’t monumental and is almost a duh. If you ponder it you understand this though. We circumvent the sting of death because of the cross. There is a whole lot of living from point A to point B. I have had a whole lot of living. I am amazed I did survive. What I thought would kill me didn’t. What seemed like the end was a new beginning. As I passed that X mark I thought how many plans the President must have had. Meetings that never would take place. Presidential orders he would never sign, bills he would never pay, day in and day out necessities of life and day in and day out responsibilities that take our energy and attention. How much of it is really necessary?
Then I thought……sunsets he would never see, children’s laughter he would not hear, the pleasure of a cool drink on a hot day. We really get busy on the non essentials for the sake of the wonder of life. How many times does life get in the way of living. I have come to the conclusion that life is too short to strive and survive rather than serve and sing.

Please pray for me as I grow and consider this there is a day out there Lord willing if he doesn’t return that we are done in this life. I am truly ready to embrace my latter days doing things that are more Deb friendly. I don’t want to waste any time passing up the enjoyment of what God has planned for me. I had someone tell me that God may have planned for me to suffer…… hmmm jury still out there….  I can’t believe Jesus would die so I could be miserable…… I know some things happen to mold me and frame my being and gladly welcome anything that helps me that way.

Today when you see an X anywhere…. Remember how fleeting life is and this journey here we only get one shot at. Pray and ask God to show you how to live the life he gave you..

Psalms 39   ** smile I think of Psalms as David’s Blog**

4 “Show me, O LORD, my life’s end
       and the number of my days;
       let me know how fleeting is my life.

 5 You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
       the span of my years is as nothing before you.
       Each man’s life is but a breath.

 6 Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro:
       He bustles about, but only in vain;
       he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it.

 7 “But now, Lord, what do I look for?
       My hope is in you.

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