What would we do if we heard that. How would we react. Shock? Anger? Disbelief? So many emotions. Which emotion to choose. In February, 2021 – I heard that exact phrase from my Doctor. Word. For. Word. Stage IV Cancer. Already metastasized to my bones. Incurable. Maybe we can get you 10 since you are healthy. Maybe. What would I do? What did I do? My wife and I gave it to Jesus. All of it. Every ounce of it. The fear. The worry. The anger. The what ifs. The why me’s. And we decided it would – not – defeat – us. Every one of us has a final day out there. Somewhere. We just don’t know when. For me, the big circle of when is just a little smaller. But I will live. I will love my wife. I will enjoy life. I will enjoy my family. I will enjoy my friends. I will make memories. And I will love Jesus. Being “forced” to quit taking every day, every experience, every opportunity – for granted. Not a bad thing. Maybe – just maybe Tim McGraw’s song “Live Like You Were Dying” should be an every day thing for everyone.

He said
“I went skydiving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fumanchu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I’d been denying”
And he said
“Someday I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dying”

And he said
“I was finally the husband
That most of the time I wasn’t
And I became a friend a friend would like to have
And all of a sudden going fishin’
Wasn’t such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad
Well I, I finally read the Good Book, and I
Took a good, long, hard look
At what I’d do if I could do it all again”

Yeah, maybe having something to slow me down to enjoy life ain’t a bad thing. Live like you were dying. Try it. #mystoryforhisglory