Life’s not the breaths you take…

Twenty-four hours ago, a series of events took place that has left me feeling uneasy with the world. Suddenly, I feel like I don’t have it all figured out. Maybe the things that are important to me aren’t really what I should be worrying about.

I should start back at the beginning. On Tuesday afternoon, a clean-cut, normal looking man went on a rampage in our nearest “city.” It’s where I go to get groceries, where my college is located, where I bought my wedding dress. I have always imagined it to be a perfectly safe place and have never worried about being attack while visiting.

First, the man approached a women who had a flat tire. She was on the side of the road when he pulled out a pistol, demanding that she get into his white pick-up truck. The women fought back, escaping his grasp.

The man took off, stopping at a Love’s truck stop where he focused his attention on a new target. A sixty-three year old grandmother was leaving the store with her three grandchildren. The man decided to take the women’s twelve-year old granddaughter in broad daylight. The grandmother wasn’t having any of it and jumped in front of the children, telling them man to “leave them alone.” He coldly pulled out his pistol, shooting the women in the back. She would later die on the way to the hospital.

I knew that women. Her name was Sharrel and she lived three houses down from my high school. Every Halloween, she would make a huge batch of popcorn balls that she would hand out to the local youngsters. She was active in her church and a super nice lady.

She died defending her grandchildren.

The man didn’t stop there. Once again, he jumped into his pick-up searching for another target. This time, he spotted two eleven year old girls who were walking down a road. He stopped, forcing one of the girls into his vehicle. When the brave girl saw a policeman drive by, she jumped out of the moving pick-up.

The police chased after the man. He stopped, shooting at the officers from his vehicle. He was eventually shot and killed by law enforcement officials.

Things like this suddenly make me realize how quick I could lose everything. A women from my home town was murdered this week. People who live in a town of one hundred people aren’t supposed to be murdered.


Wear your best dress.


Get your toes done.


Smile. Laugh. Hug your loved ones.


Take time to smell the flowers.


Watch a sunset.


Treat every single day as if it could be your last.

“Life’s not the breaths you take
The breathing in and out
That gets you through the day
Ain’t what it’s all about
Ya just might miss the point
If ya don’t slow down the pace
Life’s not the breaths you take
But the moments that take your breath away.”

(Credit goes to George Strait for the song lyrics. I lurve him.)

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9 responses to “Life’s not the breaths you take…

  1. You have had a tough week Miss Marla. Sending hugs your way.

  2. Horrible. Why anyone would do such a thing is beyond me. Those poor kids, to lose their grandmother like that.

    • Marla


      I’ve been trying to comment on your blog all week, but blogger keeps having errors. I’ll keep trying, but I wanted to let you know that I’m praying for your grandmother.

  3. I too originally came from a small country town,my Mum still lives there and sometimes can go to three to four funerals a month…your right everyone knows everyone! It’s tragic the events of this week, and yes we should all try to live each day as it’s the last…a great line…Lifes not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away!
    Have a great weekend

  4. wonderful post. thinking of you and everyone in your town

  5. Hugs and prayers for all those families. And you. God never promises that he will keep bad things from ever happening. But he does long to walk us safely through. I’ll be praying that God wraps his arms around every hurting heart.

  6. Oh, my. Awful. Awful. Those poor kids, what they saw.

    Hugs and more hugs.

  7. So sorry to hear about this tragedy. We will never be able to understand the “why” of such a horrific event, but it definitely does emphasize the importance of living life to the fullest, each and every breath.

    ~Chrissy @

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