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THE DASH (wings2fly2heaven)

I have seen many here on PP (including my own family and friends and co workers) come and go from this earth into eternity. We must all understand our earthly time is our time to live, give, love, grow and learn, (and to come closer to Him spiritually in the likeness of Jesus). Tomorrow isn't promised, so we must make every moment count. Remember it's the 'dash' between date of birth and death that matters. With that being said, the gift of eternal life is ours by the grace of God.

Annagallys knew Jesus as her savior. I wish I knew what happened today, but I have no details. Here's a poem that was written by author Linda Ellis. I first heard of this poem several years ago.
I found the poem on line at www.lindaellis.net

It carries a powerful message that we should take to heart.

'The Dash'
© 1996 Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak

At the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on her tombstone

From the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth

And spoke of the following date with tears,

But he said what mattered most of all

Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time

That she spent alive on earth

And now only those who love her

Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,

The cars…the house…the cash.

What matters is how we live and love

And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard;

Are there things you'd like to change?

For you never know how much time is left

That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough

To consider what's true and real

And always try to understand

The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger

And show appreciation more

And love the people in our lives

Like we never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect

And more often wear a smile…

Remembering that this special dash

Might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is read

With your life's actions to rehash

Would you be proud of the things they say

About how you spent your dash?

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