Yesterday the movers packed my life into a truck (and drove away) and the day before, they put it into cardboard boxes. Today, the house is being cleaned.
It is rather humbling to think everything representing your life could be taken to the dump when it is all said and done. I don't know about you, but that sure gets my attention and makes me think.
The only way to make you life and count is to leave a good mark on all the lives you come across in your life. It's living a true life of faith, and not the lip-service faith that ensures even if all your stuff is lost, your life has meant something. Fight the good faith.
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