Time marches on. Today is the 30th anniversary of the Space Shuttle Challenger ripping apart shortly after take-off. Anniversaries such as this remind me of the fragile nature of life. We do not know the day nor the hour. The more alarming part of this self-awareness is recognizing that a significant portion of my life has passed.
I was a young man in my twenties when the Challenger disaster occurred. I was also less than six months away from being diagnosed with cancer the first time. A lot of water has run under the bridge since that time. We will each come to the end of our days on this earth at some point. Hopefully, it will not be tragically as the astronauts experienced. I pray that we are in constant union with God so that we are found ready when we are called home.
On another note, my mom would have been 92 today. It is just under three months ago that she was called home to the Lord. I am grateful to all the ladies who made her 90th birthday a very special day. Each of you were a tremendous blessing to my mom. Even though mom is no longer here on earth, I continue to be grateful for each of you and the loving care you provided to her. God bless you for your kindness and friendship.
