When my dad passed away in 1998, my mother said to me, “Marjie, cherish your husband. He is a precious commodity.”
Sometimes we don’t realize the value of something until we lose it. I’m not saying that my mother didn’t value my dad, but after he was gone, she really felt the void that he left when he died. I wondered if she had regrets; if she’d thought about unresolved conflicts between them or missed moments of cherished times together.
Things are replaceable. People are not. My husband is not the only precious commodity in my life. I have three children and five grandchildren. My mother is still alive and I shared my childhood with six siblings, five of which are still living.
We take so much for granted these days –
- A good night’s sleep
- Loving parents
- Good health
- Close ties with the family
- A solid Bible-believing, Gospel-preaching church
- The freedom to worship God in this country
These are all precious commodities, and anything could happen tomorrow to cause us to lose any one of them. There are no guarantees in life. Love your family. Cherish your blessings. Appreciate your freedoms. Thank God for His goodness. They are all precious commodities.