Borrowed Time

Ever felt like you were living on borrowed time? I don't mean in the morbid sense. I know that Ryan will be leaving soon, I don't know specifics, but I know soon. Here lately, I've found myself really enjoying the simple things with him, like waking up with him in the mornings, hearing his voice in my home, listening to the girls exclaim "Daddy" when he walks in, being able to talk to him, and discuss the day-to-day. I've even found myself enjoying the annoying things, like the way he NEVER cleans the sink after dumping his razor out, the extra clothes in the laundry, the scuffs left on the hardwood from his boots, and his annoying habit of NEVER throwing out leftovers! When he's gone, it's the things that annoy me that I miss the most.

I was wondering last night, if Jesus felt the same way. He knew when he would die, how he would die, and at whose hands...yet he choose to live every moment of his 33 years to what I think would be the fullest. I wonder if he found himself enjoying the little things in life, like a hoard of children crowded at his feet, meals with friends, the temple, and a wedding or two. I think Jesus also realized that there was more to this world and choose to spend time with some unsavory characters, because their lives are worth it. The sick, the dieing, the downtrodden, the weak, the poor, the sinners and the forgotten were worth moments of Jesus' short 33 years on this planet. I wonder what more I could be doing with my borrowed time.