The fragility of life!

Our life is nothing without God! We are just dust.

I have always had a terror of death. Since I was young, maybe when my father's mom died, I had this realization that we all would land one day in the cemetery. You know, it's a lonely place. There is no life, no crying or laughing. For those souls, what about their salvation?

At the time my grandma died, I was 7 or 8 years old. As a kid, you don't realize that you will die one day until someone dies. My mom started attending church when I was seven years old. I got baptized at the age of 9 or 10 because my stepdad told me if I weren't baptized, I wouldn't go to heaven. I was baptized that day, and I don't regret it. But I won't suggest any parents scare their kids like that.

When you are young, you don't realize your decision. Maybe you will recognize years later what the impact of that decision was. But I got baptized, and I fell in love with God. Until now, I don't know what would have been of my life if I hadn't met Jesus at that young age. When I was older, my grandpa died (mom's side); I don't remember my age, but I was older, maybe 15 or 16. I know he was sick for a long time, but I wasn't thinking that he would die. Until that day, my mom came and picked me up and told me he had died. That memory is still fresh even after so many years since he is no longer with us.

Then, my stepdad got sick with cancer. We had a better relationship when I was young, but when we (my sister and I) got older, that relationship got sour. I don't know why, but it happens. I remember before I left for Holland, we had a big fight. I resented him for a long time. That day, I told him: I wish you had died! Before I went to Holland, he had already had a cancer operation, but was doing fine. After I went to Holland, he got cancer again, but this time he was hospitalized. At this time, I was still resentful of him for souring our lives. My mom told me he was very sick, and she was going for a visit. I recall that she mentioned she was going on a visit before. But that day, I told her to give him the greetings. After that, he died. It makes me think he was waiting for my forgiveness so he could die in peace. I will never know that until I go to heaven.

Like that, many people died, family and non-family. People got killed, etc. But this last one hit me and made me realize that life is fragile. My friend's mom had cancer; she had an operation and was fine; some months later, they discovered that the cancer had metastasized to her lungs. I studied life science, so I always heard that when you get lung cancer, there is nothing that can be done for you. Now she is very sick. It's not my mom, but it feels like my mom is the one dying. But that is not what hit me, yet, because she is still alive, there is a possibility for a miracle. What struck me was a brother at church whom I'd met three weeks before his death. He was looking fine. And all of a sudden, he is gone from a heart attack. Then, I realized the fragility of life. We are just dust.

Moral of the story

One day, we will die if Jesus doesn't come. What about your soul? Will you get saved? What about the people who died? Did you show them love and care before they died? I don't want to have regrets when it's time for my loved ones to leave this world.

Be blessed, stay blessed!