Some nights, death sits beside me.
Not loudly. Not threateningly. Just present. It shows up when the room is dark and the world feels still, when my thoughts slow down enough for truth to catch up with me. I don't invite it, but I don't always push it away anymore.
I used to be afraid of even thinking about death. Now I realize it wasn't death I feared. It was the unknown. The thought of leaving things unfinished. Of people I love standing in places where I once was. Of silence where my voice used to be.
The Bible says: "So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom" -Psalm 90:12 (KJV)
Tonight, that verse feels less like a warning and more like a prayer. Teach me, Lord. Teach me how to live knowing this life is temporary without becoming afraid of it.
There are moments when my faith feels steady, and moments when it feels fragile. I don't always feel brave. Sometimes, I just feel human. And I'm learning that God is not offended by my honesty.
Jesus wept.
Two words. Heavy with meaning.
"Jesus wept." -John 11:35 (KJV)
If He allowed Himself to grieve, then my tears are not failures. They are proof that I love deeply, that I feel deeply. Grief is not a lack of faith, it is faith stretched thin.
I think about death, and strangely, it teaches me how to live. It reminds me to be softer. To let go of anger faster. To stop postponing love as if time is unlimited. Tomorrow is not promised, but grace still is.
"For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain." -Philippians 1:21 (KJV)
I don't fully understand that verse yet. Some days I believe it with confidence. Other days, I whisper it like a question. But tonight, I choose to trust that death is not an ending. It's a crossing.
"I am the resurrection, and the life." -John 11:25 (KJV)
If that is true, and I believe it is, then death is not something to run from. It is something already defeated.
So tonight, I write this not to glorify death, but to make peace with it. To remind myself that while my life is fragile, my hope is not. And when my final breath comes, whenever that may be, I pray it carries trust instead of fear.
Until then, I will live.
I will love.
I will believe.
And I will leave the rest in God's hands.
Death is inevitable…..
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ReplyDeleteIt’s quite all right to speak about death as it is, after all, inevitable. I waited several days for a new piece from you; it’s been a while since you last posted, and I found myself wondering whether something had happened.
Death is everywhere. One cannot choose it, nor can one truly prepare for it though save for a few rare circumstances and yet accepting it remains profoundly difficult. For me, death represents a kind of victory: the journey completed, the end finally reached.
I was curious as to why you chose death as your theme this time. It feels somewhat removed from your earlier writings, a noticeable departure, and one that caught my attention.
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