Tomorrow Isn’t Promised To Us

Yesterday afternoon buzzed along pretty much like a normal Sunday afternoon. I was watching a little baseball, a game the Giants actually ended up winning, my sons were hanging out, and my daughter happened to be away at an engagement party for one of her college friends. It was a day that lulled me into the false sense of security that it was just going to be “normal.” That’s how it all seemed until my daughter pulled into our driveway, late in the afternoon, got out of the car and proceeded to start crying. Through her tears she was able to get out, “I just about died on the freeway . . . she cut me off . . . I was almost run off the road!” At that same moment, some of her girlfriends who had followed her home from the party, got out of their car, ran up to my daughter, hugged her and said, “That was scary!”

All I could do was stand there at my front door and try to process how my afternoon could have gone. I had opened the door to greet my daughter and her friends, and now I was overwhelmed with gratitude that God’s ministering angels had protected my daughter and that I wasn’t at a hospital – or worse – getting a horrifying phone call from the CHP. It was yet another important reminder that all of I have is today. All any of us have is today, and so we must live it to the fullest for the glory of God.

Oh, and on another note. The girl who cut my daughter off was texting while driving! I have no words to describe how angry this makes me. Please, put the stupid “happy device” down, and don’t you dare pick it up until you stop your car, because you could end someone’s life, just like that young woman almost ended my daughter’s life.


About Andy Lewis

Andy is an author, pastor, and musician who lives in Santa Cruz California. Currently he serves as lead pastor at Faith Community Church in Santa Cruz
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