The End

I've been considering writing on this topic for weeks.  I haven't, partly because my internet connection has been shoddy, but mostly because I don't know how to say what I've been feeling.  I'm typing now, still not knowing what I am going to say, but I want to get it out.  Death.  That is the topic.  I think about death everyday.  I don't know why.  It's not something I am afraid of, I just can't help but think about it.  About how our time on this earth is limited.  I should say it's not something I worry about for myself.  I am saved and by the grace of my Savior Jesus and His sacrifice on the cross, I KNOW that I have a better place waiting for me.  I KNOW that God loves me and that He gave the ultimate sacrifice for my soul.  Everyday I ask God for forgivness of my sins.  Everyday I pray that He heal my body, and protect me and my family.  I worry about losing my children, my husband, my parents and siblings, my dearest friends.  I worry about losing my family, friends, and even acquaintances.  I do think about my own death everyday.  I don't think this is normal.  I wonder if anyone else thinks about it as much as me?  I mostly think about it when I am alone.  That is one reason why I enjoy company and fellowship with my family and friends.  It helps to take my mind off the morbid and makes my spirit happy.  When I am around others, death doesn't cross my mind nearly as often.  Now I'm searching for words.  I don't know what else to really write on the subject, other than it is on my mind... a lot.