To die is something we were brought up to fear.
It was the inevitable, yet the ‘unbroachable’.
I do not fear death.
It has no power over me.
I used to imagine horrible scenarios
How would death happen?
Rapture movies did not help
I didn’t want to be tortured to death
I developed a fear of death.
I didn’t want to die, not because it would end my wonderful life here
But because I wasn’t sure what would befall me thereafter.
Refusing to think about it doesn’t help
Active preparation does.
There were people who weren’t scared
I couldn’t believe it.
How were they so confident?
Death is a leveler, someone once said.
Rich, poor, light
Baby, newlywed, aged… It isn’t partial.
I did, my beliefs did, my mindset did.
God changed me.
From someone who had a deathly fear of death
I found myself staring down at it.
I had to put my faith in
something someone bigger than death
He even has the keys to death.
He bled to take away this unhealthy fear
Well, perfect love casts out fear.
The fear couldn’t stay if love would.
I am free. You?