How come dying people seem to have more life than living people?

Why do we wait until we die to live?

Why we would wait until it’s time to leave a party to start dancing?

Or until the moon comes out to find the sun?

We long for life but seek it in the strangest of places.

In a dream or a job or an adventure

We look for life in things that cannot give life in return.

But what if we looked for life in things that were alive?

What if we looked for life in a living God?

Why does it seem that dying people are the ones doing the living?

Because once we die to self, we are free to live!

Because the more we die, the more He lives!