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The Sharp Knife

I have had 'If I Die Young' by The Band Perry stuck in my head for days - as morbid as it is, I haven't been able to get it out of my head. So today I looked up the meaning. This is what the 'official' interview said:

The meaning of the song is simple, it’s about making the most of whatever time you are given, whether it’s 2 years or 20 years. The Band Perry goes on to says that even at their young ages they have all lived and loved and if it all ends at this moment, look what they’ve gotten to do. “Whatever time we’re given will be absolutely enough as long as we make the most of it” (Borrowed from here).

A sister in our ward passed away this morning after an almost year long battle with cancer. With the meaning of the song fresh in my mind, I think it is an appropriately somber tribute to her. She definitely made the most of every moment she had. She was a great example of faith, courage and optimism in the face of overwhelming adversity. She "fought a good fight", she "finished her course" and she surely "kept the faith" (2 Tim. 4:7). And though her life was 'severed by the sharp knife of a short life' - how grateful I am for the legacy she has left behind. I only hope I can follow in her footsteps and make the most of everything I am given.

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Baby Sister said…
That almost made me cry. It's true though. Something I need to do better at.

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