I saw this quote the other day, and it really got me to thinking. At the end of our lives, when all our years have been lived, what will they mean to us? Will we have accomplished everything we intended to (specifically in God)? Will we be satisfied because of a life well-lived? Or will we have regrets, as a result of speeding through our years, trying to complete all our life milestones (going into the youth group, becoming a teenager, dating, courtship, marriage, parenthood, and more) as fast as we can? Those milestones will mean nothing to us if we are rushing them, wanting to get to the next one, because we aren’t content with the season of life we are currently in. We (including myself) need to stop and ask ourselves if we are fulfilling our purpose for today. What can we do to put more life into our years and not just years into our life?
Sticky Notes and Ice Cream 