We all snicker as she proclaims:
"You're all going to die
And it's all going to burn."
My dear friend Katy said this as we discussed motivational speaking, and determined that I would make an awful motivational speaker, simply because my first slogan choice would be,
"We're all going to die."
The small Italian restaurant at the end of the block filled on Friday night as we gathered to celebrate living, friendship, and quite frankly, just a free Friday night. An intentional night of valuing one another; valuing life.
We talked about road trips, moving, babies, marriage, dreams, spa days, the great outdoors, the haven of home. But really we talked about WHY.
Why live? Why adventure? Why dream? Why create and nurture? Why dare to hope in the face of adversity?
Why am I getting in a car in a week with my two-year-old daughter and driving to New York? And just how is it that I'm ok with not knowing the end of this story?
Because this... this is life.
This is the fragile gift intended forever, but stolen through sin. Restored by grace, but now a pilgrimage to our final home. This general refusal; the choice to live outside of a predictable, boring life... it's what we are called and created to do.
I can't imagine when God handed Adam the authority over all creation, He meant for him to not go and see it.
After we enjoyed some fresh basil and olives on pizza, another one of us says, "I almost didn't come tonight. I could've called and just cancelled, stayed inside, not done anything." This topic spins and swirls as we wonder why some lock away their dreams and doors until death passes, while others take the challenge to keep living.
Even if things fail. Even if they don't work out. Even if.
Perhaps this is some form of sanctified nihilism. God-exalting in the feckless measure of our quick, passing existence.
All that I know is, as long as I have breath in my lungs, there is purpose for my existence here. Until my story ends, I have a story to live, and write, and experience.
"You're all going to die, and it's all going to burn."
Until then, all of life is an act of surrender, worship, prayer and praise.
p.s. aren't they beautiful? these girls i get to do life with? i think they're beautiful. not just stunning friends, but they're beautifully broken, which is my favorite thing about each of them.