Turning Tables

This past Thursday, a small group of us, the beginning Spanish speakers, were all invited into our professor's home when the zoo field trip fell through. We met her family, which included her husband. The very next day, we received news that we would not be having Spanish class because our professor's husband was in a coma.  The man that we saw and interacted with the very day before, who gave us nectarines from the tree, who played with the dogs, who interacted with everyone in the house, was now in a coma. Only two days later, Monday morning, we received news that he passed away Sunday night. My how the tables had turned. This was a penetrating and eye opening experience. To think that you are THE last person someone met. To think that you are one of the last people someone spoke to. To think that you were conversing with a person not even a week ago, but now he is dead. My mind could barely fathom it all. It made me deeply reflect how much we take for granted the time we have with people: the interactions we have with newly made friends and the conversations we hold with loved ones. My eyes have been opened to the importance of the present. While holding fast to the hope of the future in the Lord, the present moment may be someone's last, may be our last. Praise Jesus that He knows what tables will turn before they do, so that we may trust in Him with our every day and every moment.