None of us know our death date. The day we will die.
We all know our birth date. Every form we fill out will ask for our full name, address and birth date.
We live our lives as we choose and then someday…
Someday, we ALL die. No one gets out of this world alive.
The only exception would be if you believe in the 2nd coming of Jesus Christ.
People will be living on earth going about their day and someday, He said, he’s coming back. The last day.
When I was a young child, I have a vivid memory of my Dad tucking me in bed and saying goodnight. We were always joking and laughing and in that moment I remember praying and asking God to please don’t let me or my Dad die, let us be here for the 2nd coming of Jesus. I couldn’t see life without my Dad.I am a Daddy’s girl and I just love him so much!
We were so close and as I realized much later in life, so much alike. I don’t know if we will still be alive when Jesus comes back or not. No one knows the day or the hour.
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October 4th is the date that my Mother died and went to be at her forever home with Jesus. It’s been four years now, but I still miss her deeply.
I found some old calendars that she kept over the years and wrote appointments on and I looked on October 4th to see what she had done on that date years and years before. Her death date.
That made me I wonder how many times I’ve written down my death date and not realized it? How many checks did I write, or forms did I fill out, or letters I sent, or bills paid, on the date on which I’ll someday die?
My Mom was a beautiful woman, inside and out. She was gracious and kind, she cared and wanted to help people, and she was always smiling.
My Mother was a teacher. She taught all grades but in her final years of teaching, she taught those who learned differently, she taught those whose brains were wired differently than what is considered “normal.” She helped many students, young and old, to succeed and overcome learning obstacles, big, or small.
My Son Billy came to my Mother’s Celebration of Life Service, his Grandmother, almost 4 years ago on October 10th.
He got there late and he walked in while I was singing “My Tribute” by Andre’ Crouch. To listen click here https://youtu.be/tubUyIOjfzQ
I had heard the song, ” My Tribute” for the 1st time while sitting in my Baptist Church in 1980. It was one of those moments that I’ll remember forever. It wasn’t the woman singing special music that Sunday, it was the song. It was the whole entire lyrics. They penetrated my heart and soul. I was 7 years old.
Little did I know that 3 years and 3 & 1/2 months later, Billy would join his Grandmother in Heaven and have his own death date…
I believe that my Mother had to leave this earth 1st because if she still would have been here when Billy, her 1st Grandson was murdered, it would have killed her.
The hardest part of the aftermath of his senseless murder was not having my Mother here on earth with me to cry with and hug and cling to. It does give me comfort to know that she was there to meet Billy the night he was killed. I know that she was smiling and welcoming him with open arms and that makes me smile.
The next time you fill out a form or sign up for a service and you are asked for your birth date, let it be a reminder that we all have a death date.
Since we don’t know what date that will be, let’s live everyday on purpose. Let’s think about our actions, our words, and how we treat people. Let’s choose kindness.
My Mom did and she still got her death date. October 4th. 10-4 over and out!
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