We all have to die sometime...

My husband woke me up this morning before he left to firefighter one class. "There's a full code on ________ street." he said as he kissed me goodbye. I think I remembered hearing sirens as I began getting dressed, showering, and debating on whether I should do my hair and makeup or not. It was all about me this morning.

Hopping in the car was no small feet and as we loaded in I remember verbalizing that I did not feel good this morning so we were going to listen to the radio. At the end of our street I turned left and heading up on the road we all saw it. Two ambulances, a cop car. I knew then that this was the code from earlier and the reason we had heard the sirens is because the house was so close to our own. I don't know who it was or what the circumstances but unfortunately there was a man in the yard talking on a cell phone who was obviously upset and a woman sitting on the steps of the house crying.

Death had come for whomever lived in that house. Grief had stricken another family. God had potentially called one of his children home.

As a Christian, I have not always approached things the way I should. Especially death. Perhaps it stems from my grandfather dying when I was so young. All the time that I thought I should have had with him and God said he needed him more. Or perhaps, it was loosing my first dog, standing at funerals for people I knew, or didn't know, maybe even it was all the rescue calls I ran with grieving families begging me to do something I couldn't. Bring their loved one back.

Death has always been scary to me. I don't know if the above circumstances have made me scared or if something else has. All I know is that I have come to the realization today that it isn't something to be feared. It's the ultimate test of a Christians faith really. I mean being afraid of death is actually doubting that God's word is truth. It's taking all the Sunday School lessons, Sermons, Christian Music, and the Bible itself and doubting it. Doubting has no place in Christianity. Doubt is Satans hold on you. I do not want to doubt.

So, I know I am only 22 here and this might perplex some people but i think I am okay with death. God has a plan for my life. God has promised me an eternal home. Death is not something to be feared. It's something to look forward to. And, I plan on doing everything I can so that when death does come to me it's a celebration.