Recently, My step daughter Traci called and during our conversation she mentioned a friend of their family lost their twenty something year daughter in an car accident. I was sad to hear that any parent had to bury their child. But it got me to thinking. When we lose a young person it always seems to affect me differently than an older person. Why is that? I think we see their life cut short as a disservice. We wonder why would God allow them to die at such a young age.
Over the years I have lost friends and asked God why? A few years ago, after a young man in my church suddenly died, I started asking God “Why am I still here?”. For a long time I didn’t get any answers. Then one day I was doing breakfast duty in my school. I noticed a young lady who for some reason came to school everyday with clothes way too tight. Well I finally asked her why her clothes did not fit her. She said “This is all my momma gave me”. I asked her, what size she wore, she didn’t know. At the time, I wore a 16 and she was bigger so I guessed she had to wear a 18.
We checked her jeans they were a size 12, the shirt was too small too, it was a medium. I left work and headed to Walmart to buy some clothes. I explained to the manager what I needed. He offered me a gift card. With my donated funds and the gift card, I was able to buy her some clothes, under garments and a pair of shoes. On my way back to school I heard a voice say “There is still work for you to do”. There was my answer. The rest of the week I thanked God for answering my prayer. I still had work to do.
Just because a life is cut short does not mean their life didn’t have purpose. The days we are given are precious. I learned a young life still has purpose. They loved, they shared and they mattered. And they made an impact. Youth has nothing to do with living out our purpose. I still have work to do. And if you’re reading this today so do you. Use your time wisely. Ask God” Why am I still here?”.
Do not boast about tomorrow,
For you do not know what a day may bring forth.