Our Days Are Numbered

Sometimes it's hard to accept that our days are numbered and only He knows how many we have.

I'm starting to get to an age where family members and some of my peers are passing over.

It's hard.

It's hard to accept that God takes people home long before I'm ready for them to go. (But I'd never be ready...)

Just in the last few of years, I lost an old friend from the party days. My friend lost his father. Not one but two of the people from the group I work with to help homeless Veterans passed. My grandma went Home.

I say that I lost them, but they really aren't lost at all. I fully expect to find them in Heaven.

Still, it's been wearing on me.

Life is short, we have just a brief moment. I am just a breath of wind, a puff of smoke, a brief flash in the universe.

But I belong to a greater Whole.

So when my days are done and my spirit and soul leave this body, I will pass from this limited plane of existence, and rejoin my Father, rejoin Jesus, rejoin my family and friends. Rejoin the greater consciousness that rules the Universe, the great I AM that we call God.

Despite my Faith in my God and in everlasting life with Him, I'm human. I'm not in a hurry to go.

I have more work to do here...

And there is SO much work to do.