Gallons of milk

We are not gallons of milk. We do not arrive with the date of our expiration stamped on our forehead. People do not examine us, looking for the number that will tell them if we are good or bad. Make no mistake though. We have an expiration date. We just don’t know it until it arrives. What a mercy. What a brilliant invitation to truly live life to the fullest because we have no idea when our time will come. We are not gallons of milk. We are arms and legs and a heart and a soul. We are human.