I just got done praying and was drifting off to sleep when my husband stormed into the room to share the shocking news: Kobe Bryant and his daughter, Gianna, had died in a helicopter crash. I was quickly jolted from sleep and I was like “Don’t tell me that.” It was too much for me to even fathom could be possible.
A heavy wave of grief suddenly overcame every fibre of my being, not because I was a die-hard basketball fan or anything – but because I realized that Kobe and his daughter, could have been anyone of us or our loved ones or family.
I mean, he didn’t wake up that day with any knowledge that it would be his last day on earth. It was business as usual for him. He probably woke up, brushed his teeth, kissed his wife and kids good morning, and ate his favorite breakfast before dashing out of the door.
The unpleasant weather probably didn’t phase him because perhaps he had encountered grey skies while flying before because it was “no big deal.”
My point is that, the present and future were supposed to be promised. He did all the things he normally would because he was certain he would live to see the next hour.
The death of Kobe, his daughter, and all the other passengers on the plane just serves as a reminder that nothing is promised, we just need to live the best life that we can while we’re here.
Let us walk in purpose fearlessly because you never know when it’s your time to move on from here.
Nothing is guaranteed. The only assurance we can have is that God loves us all. And even when none of it doesn’t seem to make any sense to the human mind, some way, somehow, only God knows the higher meaning of the things that we deem tragic.
God bless the Bryant family and God bless us all.
