So we passed a church near my house. It was a pretty church, and probably a nice one filled with loving people. But it wasn’t where my family member’s service would be held. I could’ve arrived early, sat in the pew, and waited for it to begin – and been completely outta place. Why?

Because destination matters.

No matter how many churches boast the same name, if I’m not at the specific location appointed by God, I will miss being in the right place at the right time, doing the right things with the right people.

And that was my illumination: No matter how many times I diligently prepare to show up and give it everything I’ve got – if I’m at the wrong destination, I’m out of position and will find myself in the wrong place.

Nothing like reading a good obituary to make you assess the impact and quality of life – is what I’m doing now having an eternal kingdom impact? Or am I merely marking time on the planet while life passes me by? These are the questions that pop up as I approach the half-century mark…

I’m convinced that it’s time to live – while there is yet time.

Abundant blessings, Kayren

“25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:

26 And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?”

(John 11:25-26)

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