The Jumping-Off Point

It is very sobering to look at graphs of projected life expectancy for the world's population in the years to come.  Length of life for humans is projected to extend farther as time progresses... this is not the sobering part.  The sobering part is seeing that only a very miniscule number of people will live past the age of 110.  We are all going to die.  It's just a question of when.

The thought of death makes me anxious.  Not anxious or afraid of... hell, or punishment... no, I have a sturdy faith that I will lead a pleasant and rewarding afterlife, surrounded by the love of God.

I dread the moment of death.  The moment of drawing my last breath, by whatever means that may come.  I hope I die in my sleep... I almost want to pray that I die in my sleep.  I don't want to be awake and aware when I am pushed over the jumping-off point.  The concept of dy-ING... scares me to death.

Go figure.  Life is beautiful.  Heaven is amazing.  It's the moment of transition that elevates my heart rate and sizzles my nerves.  I need to pray about that, huh...


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