There will be a last time I ever make a stupid decision.
There will be a last time I stub my toe. A last article I ever write. A last time I take out the garbage. A last time I eat a donut. A last time I ever change a poopy diaper.
There will be a last time I ever see my parents in this life. A last time I visit my childhood home. A last time I see my own children.
And there will be a last time Satan and his demons ever deceive another human being. There will be a last time I ever sin. A last time I need to repent.
There will be a last time anyone ever has to die.
Some of these “last times” happen with a lot of pomp and circumstance. Some of them pass us by unnoticed, without any warning that they’ll never happen again.
Some of them I’m looking forward to. Some of them I dread. But they’re coming, all the same.
Life is full of “last times.” We can stick our heads in the ground and pretend that they’ll never happen, or we can acknowledge that they’re unavoidable. Guess which approach makes them easier to deal with when they finally hit?
“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven” (Ecclesiastes 3:1).
Until next time,