Life, who can explain it? Can we exchange it, rearrange it, or must we keep it? What is this thing called life that we wake up to everyday? Is it just living for that one particular day, hour, second,and moment? Is it getting up at the crack of dawn making coffee, tea, eggs, sausage, baccon, and toast? Is it sitting at the breakfast table reading the morning newspaper quietly, or is it smoking whatever you feel you want while watching television, or walking the dog?

What is this thing called life? Can it be explained to me? Can it be understood? Can it be reckoned with? Can it be bought? Can it be sold? Can it be given away? Is it listening to the sounds of nature? Is it the feel of the wind blowing, the sound of the rain falling on the ground, and pitter patter on on my window? Is it the sound of booming thunder and crashing lightening? Is it the stars and moon that sparkle in the night sky, or is it the color of the blue sky as the clouds roll on by?

Is it the warmth of the bright Summer sun, or is it the sound of the waves crashing against the seashore? Is it watching the birds fly by, or is it listening to the squirrels play way up tree top high? Is it the flowers that bloom, or the grass that grow, is it going to be here forever more? Life, what is this thing called life? Is it singing in the shower, or dancing to your favorite tune, is it listening to the radio while gazing at the moon? Is it sitting quietly with the one you love, or is it holding hands being in love? Is it that first sweet kiss, or is it thinking about that loved one that you miss?

Is it cruising in your car on a long stretch of highway, or is it stopping at your favorite resturant eating on your favorite ice cream sundae? Is it walking in the park during the Fall, or is it carelessly leaning against a wall? Is it the trees that bloom that produce nuts and fruit, or is it the height of a tree stump that still has its roots? Is it the smell of gasoline in the air that we breathe, or is it the hustle and bustle on the everyday secne? Is it the walking and grinding getting the paper made, or is it family members sitting and talking playing spades? Is it the children running and playing and saying, “How do you do”?, or is it that special someone showing you how much they love and care for you?

Life, what is this thing called life? Is it a mystery all its own? Will we ever figure it out? Will we continue tyring to learn about it? Will we forever be lost to the meaning of it, or will we give up on it, or will it give up on us? will we ever get all of our questions answered about it, whose to say, because I just don’t know. Life! What is this thing called life? Is it the sound of a baby’s first cry, or is it when your children are all grown up and they say,”bye, bye”? Is it when they’re on their own and the feeling of emptiness sets in? Is life all about growing up and moving on? Is it living life alone? Is it happiness, gladness, heartache, and pain, or is it roses and candy, and candles from a man? Is it a fine dress, a niace pair of shoes, and a hat and purse to match, or is it a picther at a baseball game making their first catch?

Is it the smell after a rain, or the rainbow in the sky, or is it the smile of someone just saying , “Hi”! Is it the feeling that you feel after love has been made, or is it the sweet smell of a freshly baked cake? Is it stars and rockets and the beating of ones heart, or is it your parents telling you that you are smart? Is it finally doing something that you love ; that you know was given as a blessing from above? Life, what is this thing called life? Is it having good and bad neighbors, or is it forgiving, forgetting, and moving on? Is it wishing and praying to have your own home? Is it buying that first new vehicle on your own? Is it polishing your nails with decorations that you imagine from your own mind, or is it getting your hair done just passing time? Is it catching a thief that steals from you, or is it beating them down and telling them,”You got what was coming to you”.

Life, what is this thing called life? Is it getting rich making it in the world being successful, or is it failing and starting over again? Is it picking up the broken pieces of glass that’s been shattered, or is it putting it back together asking yourself did it all really matter? Is it worth the time we spend thinking about shoulda, woulda, coulda, or is it just doing something for recognition? Life, was it planned to make us weak or strong? Life, was it planned to bring us up or down? Life, was it planned to bring us misery, or was it planned for us, or against us?

Life has been lost, and life cries from the shedding of blood lost; being carried to the grave, buried and put to rest. Life, a moment, a second, a vapor, a puff of smoke, a blade of grass, and a withered flower in the sun. Life, breath of God we breathe, taken for granted like a cool breeze. Life laid down and died and was raised again. Life, what is this thing called life? Here is the answer we’ve all been waiting for: Jesus Christ! He is the way, the truth, and the life. He is the ultimate meaning of this thing we call life. He is the Alpha, Omega, the beginning, and the end, the first and the last, the author and finisher , and the perfector of our faith. He lives in us, and we live in Him. He is our life, our hope, and our redeemer!

The very first time I wrote this passage, I had only been a Christian twelve years. Every time I would read the Word, questions would arise in my thoughts as I would be reading. Whenever I would finish reading, all of the words would come together to the questions that I had. I started writing everything down, and before I knew it, I’ve written a whole passage of questions and answers, but the answers would not come until the end. God gives me things to write about so I will have a better understandig of what is being said to me. All of the bold writing was written 7/14/2011. I never thought that I would ever get to share what I have written with anyone.

I hope and pray that those of you who comes across this message enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed rewriting it; before it was written in longhand on paper with an ink pen. This is the very first time this has ever been published. I thank God for all of the abilities of writing He has give to me to share and spread the Good News. He is an Amazing God! I am so thankful that He is in my life, I would not be here if it were not for Him blessing me and bring me through all of my trials and tribulations. May His name be praised forever Amen!