Last night we had no hot water or heat. But it's a little more complicated than that. We're having some work done in our basement and the gas was turned off for a while yesterday. When they hooked it up again, no one realized that the pilots for the boilers were out. Gas was leaking into our home little by little for many hours. Providentially, in our efforts to "fix it" we turned the gas off (thinking we were turning the heat back on). It was a cold night, but if we hadn't done that I'm thinking we might have all died in our sleep. Seven of us with three dogs...all gone. Poof. (Or bang.)
This is going to sound weird, but I love these little brushes with death. It wakes me up from my tendency to sleepwalk through my life. Last week my good friends and their two kids were in their car when another vehicle blew through a stop sign and very nearly hit them. We might have been mourning their deaths or serious injuries but for a few precious seconds. I'm deeply grateful that they are still here with us. I'm glad I'm alive today too.
Each of us every day walks a little tightrope through lives that will end someday. We don't know how or when. Each moment is a usually unnoticed gift, unopened and unappreciated. I'm opening this gift today and thanking God. And I'm inviting you to do the same. Aren't you glad you're alive? The sun is shining outside and I almost hear angel footfalls around me. It's good to be here, to be breathing and living one more day.