was between here for a little while longer, or home
at the feet of the Savior.
If I were to guess, I would say that it wasn't all that
close given that it is only by His grace that I am
the remaining mist in this space and time He created.
I would say for sure that I never had a thought
that my life was ending... only the regret that living
so foolishly may have cut short the work He certainly
can carry on without me.
So what then does it matter? What significance do
I place on lying precariously in the hands of Jesus
hoping that a mending of my heart will allow me
more undeserved years on this earth?
And the only conclusion I can come up with that
makes all the difference to me is this: every second
of my day, ever day, I should and will be thankful
that is where my mending heart is, in the loving
arms of one who swallowed up death in victory
by paying for my debt with His very life.
It certainly is time to unleash it all to Him...
holding nothing back. For what really can
I hold back?
It's what I've always known... and what now
I am willing to give.
Some may question it...
but I'm the one with the stent in my heart that proves it to me.
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.1 Corinthians 15:55-57 NIV