Ending Well

I want to end well. This has been a prayer of mine for years.

My days are numbered. I just don’t know the number.

But when that number comes up I want those around me to see that my faith was real. I really did trust in the hands I could not see. I knew that grace was handing me a one-way ticket home. A ticket I didn’t earn or deserve. To the home where all is right. And good.

My Mother-in-law recently passed from this earth. Her faith through the years of battling cancer, and during her last days, was inspiring to me. 

She had no fear. She trusted.

She lived what she believed. She never wavered. 

In her weakness, she was strong.

She knew her days were drawing to a close – she was ready to go. At peace.

With great anticipation, she was eager to see Jesus.

A gift.

Conversations we had in the last year of her life were highlights of our 38+ years of friendship.

A gift.

Could it be that our last days are more impactful than all the previous ones combined?

I believe so. I hope so.

May I live each day like it’s my last.

May I live my last like it’s not the end.