Lately I've been thinking about how the best day of my life will certainly be the day that I die. Not because I have some morbid fascination with death, but because for me, dying is ALL gain. Sometimes I think about that day. I think about how I will surely feel bestowed with much grace on that day. Yes, grace that covered my sins and sealed my fate for eternity. But also the graciousness of God on that very day... to decide to end my struggle here, so I can start living the glorious life I was intended for and that was planned for me before the beginning of time. To think that at some point, God will say, "Ok, enough here. Today you get to come home." What grace!
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