One of us could have not come home.
What do you mean? We just passed the hospital and were on our way home from a shopping trip. I was thinking about the next thing, probably glancing to check the amount of time till quiet.
Exasperated she answered, From the accident, one of us could have not come home.
Wow, weeks later and she lands on that. I prayed.
Yes, it is true, but aren't we thankful that God protected us all and we are together.
Sorrow filled her little voice. I didn't have to use the special see-your-children-in-the-backseat rear-view mirror to know her eyes were growing larger and tears were about to overflow.
But I'm not ready to die! I don't want to go to heaven yet.
What do I say to that? Heaven is to be the desire of my heart, the desire of each believer's heart.
To die is gainThoughts race. But I've been so thankful these last weeks to see their faces each day, to be their mother one more moment, to be his wife. I'm not ready to die; I don't want to go to heaven yet, either.
Yet that seems less than the wisest thing to say. She inspires me to What-do-I-say-now prayers. (His inspiration is more Please-protect-him prayers.)
God wasn't ready to take any of us home yet. He still has work for us to do here.
To live is Christ.
The conversation rings in my ears days later. Over and over this summer, He has reminded me that these fragile lives are in His hands, and these fragile lives are only as safe as they are in the center of His will.
He still has work for me to do, a divine calling, a purpose.
Oh, that I may serve Him and in so doing come to a place where I can join Paul-to die is gain.