On June 6, 2010 my father was killed while riding his motorcycle. At the time of his death, he wore a shirt that read:
I refuse to tiptoe through life only to arrive safely at death.
Very fitting for a man who rode out the tidal surge from Hurricane Ike on an air mattress.
This T-shirt phrase began to resonate in my mind in the days following his death as did Ephesians 5:15-16…
Look carefully how you walk. Live purposefully, not as the unwise, but as wise. Redeeming the time because the days are evil.
I began to wonder if I’m tiptoeing. I questioned my walk.
Is it with purpose? Am I making the most of my time?
My prayer is, when I take my last breath, I have lived the life I was created to live. I refuse to tiptoe through life only to arrive comfortably and conveniently at death.
Refusing to Tiptoe.