I've heard it my whole life: "Life is short". I heard it when my boys were babies and the nights were long and the days were longer. I heard it when they still wanted to sit on my lap and snuggle. I heard it when they started school. I heard it when there was conflict. I heard it from my mother. I've read it in books, seen it in movies....so why does it still catch me by surprise? Last night I heard about a friend from college that I was able to reconnect with while living in Colorado. At the relatively young age of 47, he passed away suddenly. My first thought was "life is short". Again I am reminded that our lives here on this planet that we are so attached to and have so many plans for is just a temporary place. Even my fleshly body is a temporary shelter. And I feel the longing for my true home and my true body.
"Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, and eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come." 2 Corinthians 6: 1 - 5, NIV