My issue with death is the finality of it. You know you'll never get to see that person again and you'll never get to speak to them again. You wonder if they knew how much you loved them. You wonder if you said all you needed to say to them while they were here. You wonder, if you believe in heaven, if they are there. You want them to be around to see you follow your dreams, when you get your first real boyfriend, when you get married, when you have children. You just wonder so many things.
The most haunting thing for me about death has been wondering if I said all I was supposed to say. Did that person hear the Gospel, did he/she receive the Gospel of Christ. The way some Christians talk it seems like the Gospel isn't enough to receive salvation and to guarantee eternal life with the Father. God will I make it in?
Those thoughts prompt me to follow the Holy Spirit and be more sensitive when I believe He's telling me to do something. Other times I let fear and doubt set in and I don't move.
The other day I was in the computer lab at school and overheard a coach talking to a friend and then later a student. (by the way there is an update about my classes coming up soon) I try not to listen to other's conversations even though I can hear them and it's impossible not too. He brought up to the friend the rumor about the world ending next week and how he didn't believe in that but if it were to happen he didn't care. Then he went on to say that he was having an 11 hour surgery the next day. All of the other things I heard but I hadn't really dialed in until I heard him mention those two things. Immediately I wondered if he knew Jesus, had he heard the Gospel? What if he died after that surgery and hadn't heard the Gospel and I was right there in the room and could have shared it with him. I tried to put it out of my mind but I couldn't. I made up in my mind that I would ask him if he believed in Jesus but in a split second that courage left me and I packed up my things and headed to the door. I was about to walk down the stairs when I really felt the need to turn around. I went back into the room and let the man know that I overheard his conversation and I wanted to know if he was a believer in Jesus. He said yeah and we conversed a little about that. Afterwards, I prayed with him and encouraged him. At once, my mind was at peace and then I felt free to leave.
Today, be courageous and follow that tug on your heart to do what is outside of your comfort zone. You never know who needs what you have to offer.
The most haunting thing for me about death has been wondering if I said all I was supposed to say. Did that person hear the Gospel, did he/she receive the Gospel of Christ. The way some Christians talk it seems like the Gospel isn't enough to receive salvation and to guarantee eternal life with the Father. God will I make it in?
Those thoughts prompt me to follow the Holy Spirit and be more sensitive when I believe He's telling me to do something. Other times I let fear and doubt set in and I don't move.
The other day I was in the computer lab at school and overheard a coach talking to a friend and then later a student. (by the way there is an update about my classes coming up soon) I try not to listen to other's conversations even though I can hear them and it's impossible not too. He brought up to the friend the rumor about the world ending next week and how he didn't believe in that but if it were to happen he didn't care. Then he went on to say that he was having an 11 hour surgery the next day. All of the other things I heard but I hadn't really dialed in until I heard him mention those two things. Immediately I wondered if he knew Jesus, had he heard the Gospel? What if he died after that surgery and hadn't heard the Gospel and I was right there in the room and could have shared it with him. I tried to put it out of my mind but I couldn't. I made up in my mind that I would ask him if he believed in Jesus but in a split second that courage left me and I packed up my things and headed to the door. I was about to walk down the stairs when I really felt the need to turn around. I went back into the room and let the man know that I overheard his conversation and I wanted to know if he was a believer in Jesus. He said yeah and we conversed a little about that. Afterwards, I prayed with him and encouraged him. At once, my mind was at peace and then I felt free to leave.
Today, be courageous and follow that tug on your heart to do what is outside of your comfort zone. You never know who needs what you have to offer.
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