The kind where I realized that I wasn't exactly the person I wanted to be - or maybe even the person I thought I was.
I know I'm not a bad person, but there are times when it hits me like a freight train that I'm just not the person that I want to be. Times when I think, "When other people look at me, do they see what I want them to see?" And not in a self-righteous way, don't get me wrong. I just don't want to live my life everyday, and then one day realize that I've completely wasted my time on earth.
I believe that we only have one chance.
I believe that when I die, I will answer for the good things (and the not-so-good things) that I've done with my time.
I believe that God expects more from me than simply living.
What am I doing? Am I making a difference? Am I truly loving people? Am I serving anyone other than myself?
These are the questions that flooded my mind this morning...