When I was young, things couldn’t happen fast enough. I wanted to pull the days so I could graduate, get a job, buy a house and a car. Now that I’m nearing the golden mark, I wake up each morning wondering where the days have gone. Life passes by more quickly when you’re older. And this becomes more apparent with the changing of the seasons. As plants shoot up from the soil, bloom, shed leaves and finally die in the cold of winter, you know for sure that time has gone by.
I used to be so afraid of death. Just the thought of it would make me anxious. “There’s a lot I need to do”. “I still have many dreams to accomplish!” But as I aged, I came to accept the inevitable--like the passing of the seasons, life comes and goes.
And so, I ask the Lord for more time--no longer for material desires--but for things that matter most – to see my children finish school and settle down, to play with my grandchildren, to grow old together with my husband, to share my faith.
At the end of the road, I want to be ready to answer the question. “Did you have a life well-lived?”
I have competed well; I have finished the race; I have kept the faith. From now on the crown of righteousness awaits me, which the Lord, the just judge, will award to me on that day, and not only to me, but to all who have longed for his appearance. (2 Timothy 4:7-8)
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