Not Afraid to Die

I am by no means anticipated death soon, though I am not naive enough to think that it couldn't happen any moment now. But one of the things I love about fall is that it reminds me that it is okay to die.

All of us will die. That is an absolute fact. The fact that I believe so many overlook though is that we all have a life after death. We all have a choice about eternity; it is just a matter of sharing in the Father's joy or experiencing his wrath.

But as I drove all over Virginia's countryside yesterday, I marveled at the beauty of the trees dying. The colors were glorious! Red, orange, yellow, green and all with a crisp blue sky. It was lovely.

And I wish I could say fall is my favorite season, and I do love it. But the truth is I also love spring. Because life comes back.

So these trees remind me it is okay to die. It is okay to lay down my life, my will, my desires, my dreams, my plans. All these things can die.

And they will be made glorious in death. The beauty of my Father will be made known in my death to self.

And beauty will come forth once again in new life, new desires, new dreams and new plans. And they won't be mine, though I will rejoice in them as if they were. They'll be my Father's.

I'm not afraid to die. New life is already on the other side for me.