We are all dying. It’s not something we like to chat about. No one starts out a conversation with a question like, “So, when do you think you will die?” We just don’t talk about it. For most, dying is not at the forefront of our brains.
I’m just like anyone else. I don’t relish the fact that one day I will have to go through some kind of “episode” in order to pass from this world. I’m not scared of what will come after my last breath is taken here on earth. I am a bit apprehensive about how that last breath is taken though. I think it’s safe to say that I’m not alone in that.
Whether we like to talk about it or not, dying is real and inevitable.
AND Some people do not have the luxury of thinking someday or somehow I will die…
Some people know that they are terminally ill. They know that it will more than likely be sooner than later. They are looking death square on. Of course, they can’t choose the exact day or hour, but there’s not much guess work to the fact that it is eminent.
Oh, I know GOD is in control and He can heal them right here on this planet at any second. I know HE has that power. I also know we all have a story and some stories end with a terminal disease. God does heal those too, though, if their heart is right. He takes them home to be with him where there is no more illness or any kind of pain that accompanies it. Gives me goosebumps thinking about it.
My brother is terminal. He told me just a few minutes ago that it is confirmed that he will be going home from the hospital in the next day or so, assigned to hospice. He has been through so many things in his life. He has battled diabetes and all the difficulties that come with that. He was in a horrible car accident about 20 years ago that left one of his arms less able than the other, one leg shorter than the other, not to mention many other struggles that came along with that incident. He became blind due to complications with diabetes about 10 years ago. Through all of this, he has lived in the home we grew up in, almost always alone. He has battled depression and other things that come along with physical pain. He truly has been a soldier. He has fought for a long time and continues to do so. Just within the last year, he found out on top of all he’s already endured, he has cancer. The word cancer makes me angry. I’ve seen it do ugly things to so many people. Now it has my brother. I hate to question why … but it’s so hard not to. Cancer seems so dark to me.
We should not take for granted each day God gives us. None of us know when we will have our last day here. We don’t know when those around us will spend their last either.
Please pray for my brother and his comfort. He has been in pain so long. I know he doesn’t want to leave this world, but he also knows it will happen much sooner than he had expected. He does know Jesus. As I said earlier, though, not many really want to think about the “episode” it’s going to take in this world to meet Jesus in the next. Please pray for his peace.
Thank you in advance for praying for Jimmy Knox.