My response to physical death used to be one of irrational fear and if I'm being honest, the thought of not being with my family hurts too deeply to dwell on for too long. However, I have arrived at a place of peace of knowing called has called me to be and do certain things as part of my assignment here on earth. Until it's my time, I cannot be taken out and there is too much to live for to be ruled by fear. He is my Keeper.
Today's author and her family are living a life of abandon in service to the Somali people. I realize that I cannot compare what God has called her to do to what I'm called to do, nevertheless, I respect them beyond words.
The thing that got me thinking today was the question if I see my death as an end or a beginning? There's an easy flippant "Christian" answer that came to mind...but I paused a second longer and I my thinking switched to committing to live a life that is not about me, but is something more of a legacy that can be carried on after I'm gone. My desire is that the next generation will take His message, love and work much farther than I ever could. So, my focus must be on humility and building His kingdom and not my own.
Prayer for Unreached People Group: Djibouti Somali
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