Life, Death, and the Space Between

Life. . .a heartbeat, a breath, a cry. A baby, alive in its mother’s womb, born of its mother; the seed of two people coming together. Life begins before we enter this earth.

Death. . .no more heartbeat, no more breathing, no more sound. A person’s life ends on earth in a moment.

The space in between. . .we call the process of minutes passed “life”, but I think we should call it living instead.

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It's Long. . .but so is a Marathon

I went to bed last night and woke up this morning in a significant amount of pain. My knees are very sore. The weird part (for me): it is from running. If you know me, you know I do not like to run. The only incentive I had for running in high school was during rugby and that incentive was tackling the person with the ball. However, a little over a year ago, a friend of mine was inspired by someone we both know to be brave and daring. She prayed a bold prayer and cast a broad vision. Several months later she saw the benefits of her obedience to what could now be seen as God's call for her in a specific ministry; running a marathon to help people in India. 

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It's all About Perspective

 

Fear. A common emotion initiated by a vast number of stimuli. As humans, we fear many things. A simple google search can produce many of those fears easily.

Perfection. Ever since I was young, I have been meticulous. When working on projects, I would describe myself as a perfectionist. While I would not go as far as to say that perfectionism is an obsessive behavior, it can and sometimes does alter how I operate. As a perfectionist, I fear imperfection - that is to say, I fear to fail. Quick analyses show all the potential obstacles that I could run into during the process. In an attempt to work them out before I start (so as to avoid said problems), the task may take much longer than anticipated or in extreme cases it may never even start.

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Sitting with Salim

 

He stood only about 5'5" and was of an average build. His face, while I could tell he was older still looked youthful and full of life.
"I am Salim, pleased to meet you."
Returning his greeting I awaited his initiative for salutatory actions. Without offering his hand, he led me down the hallway and into a small library where he told me to look at any literature I pleased until he returned. After leafing through several Qur'ans of different translations, Salim returned and showed me into the prayer room of the mosque. He turned a chair to face mine and sat when I was seated. Our question and answer session was about to begin.

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