This week's prompt is defined by Google as "dash toward someone or something in an attempt to attack or capture them or it."
In this season what are about to "rush" into?
Rush
It's the final weekend of summer and the countdown has begun. In less than forty eight hours, children will fill our schools and classrooms again. We will be off and running. It's a marathon to get through the next ten months. We all jump in and as defined by Google, we dash! We rush to get everything ready, neat and orderly with the best plans in mind. We rush, but may we, may I dash towards capturing my students' hearts with a love for learning and helping others. May I not be as a clanging cymbal and dishes rattling in the background from all sorts of needless activity. May I enter a new year rushing to love my kids and make the most of every opportunity.
STOP
Colossians 4:5-6 "Conduct yourselves with wisdom toward outsiders, making the most of the opportunity. Let your speech always be with grace, as though seasoned with salt, so that you will know how you should respond to each person." (NASB)
The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak at a funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own, the cars..the house...the cash. What matters is how we lived and loved and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard; are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left that still can be rearranged.
To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile...remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read, with your life's actions to rehash, would you be proud of the things they say about how you lived your dash?
by Linda Ellis