As a little girl, I didn’t think about death. I only thought about living a long life. I had dreams I wanted to see happen in my life. None of my dreams ended suddenly in a short life.
When I graduated from high school, death was no closer to my doorstep than it was during the formative years of my life. I had plans. I wanted to become a nurse, something I wanted as a young child for as long as I could remember. Though those plans never materialized fully, I did not think about death.
When I got married, death and dying didn’t become part of my life until I started seeing my grandparents die and death came close. Yet, it was still a long way from me.
Then I became a Christian and began reading my Bible and found out God promised His people a long life if they obeyed Him. I also read that the days of a man’s life are 120 years. I grabbed hold of that promise found in Genesis 6. If God said it, it was true and God never reneged on His promises. Death did not take hold of my life.
Now, 44 years later, I still hold onto a long life because I love the Lord my God with my whole heart. I do my best to obey Him in everything I do so I can have the long life He promised me. Do I falter? Yes. I’m not perfect, but I belong to my Lord and my God. He has never failed in any of His promises.
Therefore, I plan on a long life, full of strength and vitality, with a sharp mind. Will I live to 120? I don’t know, but I stand on His promises to keep me in His will until He takes me home.
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