Life After Death

I worry about dying.

Not because I’m worried that I have some undetected disease or some undetermined medical condition. I’m not worried about having a heart attack or a car accident.

I worry about the kids. What would become of them if I’m not around?

I suppose younger parents don’t worry about such things.

When I was younger, life seemed so long. Now, life seems so short.

And, it seems that I’m growing old faster than the kids are growing up!

So, I worry about what their life will be like if die.

Will I be there for them when they go on their first date? Will I be there for them when they get their first car?

Will I be there for them when they graduate from high school? Will I be there to help them choose a college and start a career?

Will I be there for them when they get married? (Yes, I want to be the one to stand up for Kaleb and walk Kenzie up the aisle.)

Will I be there for them when they have kids?

Will I be there for them to help them realize their dreams?

WILL THEY BE HAPPY?

Maybe I worry too much. About things that I have no control over.

Then, it occurred to me that if I’m not around for them, they can still have full and happy lives.

Because, they will have much life to live after my death…

And, Tami will be there to take care of them, also.

So, maybe I shouldn’t worry about what would happen to the children if I die.

But, that’s what parents do. Worry about their kids.

So, as long as I am still living I suppose I’ll be worrying.

Author: Steve

Enrich your Bible study by reading my devotions at http://StevesBibleMeditations.com. Read about my parenting adventures raising two young grandchildren at http://PoppysNewAdventure.com.

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