This past Tuesday, my husband reported for work promptly at 8am, just as he does every weekday.  His coworkers began to trickle in, slowly, as those in the technology world are want to do.  All but one.

Two hours later, his entire department was called into a conference room and informed that one of his coworkers had been killed the night before.  A 39 year old man, living in NYC, he left his job on Monday evening and while stopped at a red light was hit and instantly killed by a driver under the influence of drugs.  My husband, stunned, described to me the surreal feeling as he passed by his friends cubicle and saw piles of papers he'd been working on the day before scattered on his desk.  Work he fully intended to complete, work that will now remain undone.

It's made me think more about the work I've left undone lately.   Phone calls I haven't returned, emails I haven't answered.  Time I haven't spent with my children doing the things they enjoy or my husband just talking and laughing together.  I have too much on my plate today.  I'll get to it tomorrow.  Or the next day.  Or when my little ones go back to school.  Or when they go off to college.  Someday, I'll find the time. 

Psalm 103:15-16 (NLT) says the following:

Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers, we bloom and die.  The wind blows and we are gone-- as though we had never been here. 

I've resolved to be more intentional about tending to the things that really matter to me.  Today.  While my days may be like wildflowers, I want their fragrance to extend to the ones I love while it is still strong enough for us to enjoy them together.  And when the wind blows and I fly to meet my Creator, I want to know that I've fulfilled the plans He had for me.  I don't want to leave my life's work undone.