I guess I’ve never been afraid of dying. Since I was a child, my Mother & Father taught me about Jesus and his resurrection. Church has played a big part in my life, and I guess I’ve always known that I’m saved and will spend eternity with Jesus. It’s not me dying that I think about….it’s those around me.
I have to admit, when it comes to death, I’m more afraid of being left here with my children and no husband. Doug is several years older than I am, and barring some tragic situation, odds are, he will be gone before me. It’s not a pleasant thought. I don’t want to raise children alone, and I don’t want to live life by myself. However, that said, I am growing more and more sure that the Father who created me will continue to love me and provide for me with-or without-a husband. I also beg God to save me from ever having to bury a child. I can not imagine the pain. But again, I know that with HIS help and strength, I would learn to go on.
The older I get, the more sure I am of his presence in my life. He’s never left me. He was there for me the day I was born, and I’m sure he will be there waiting for me the day I die.
“Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me….I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am.” ~John 14:1
How do you feel about death? Are you afraid?