Dancers. Police officers. Bus drivers. Students.
Teachers. Doctors. Accountants, and small children.
They all have one thing in common.
They are all “living on borrowed time.” We all are.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a Christian or not. It doesn’t matter if you know who God is and the beautiful gift that He gave us with Jesus. We are all “living on borrowed time.”
I didn’t really understand the weight of the phrase until last night. I was sitting in the shower, contemplating my fate after being told the cancer could be back in my brain. I knew that I probably wouldn’t know until today for sure.
I sat there, praying, but knowing…
It doesn’t really matter if it is cancer or not.
It doesn’t really matter if I get treatment or not.
It doesn’t really matter what I do
Because I’m “living on borrowed time.”
I am here because God gave me life
And only He decides when my time is done.
“Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him, and afflicted.” Isaiah 53:4
“For if, while we were God’s enemies, we were reconciled to him through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, shall we be saved through his life!” Romans 5:10
“For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God. He was put to death in the body but made alive in the Spirit.” 1 Peter 3:18