Mortality is the state of being subject to death….which, duh, we all already know.
For the last year my own mortality keeps being brought to my attention. Of course, I always knew I would die someday but it never concerned me and nothing I spent time thinking about.
I am the youngest of twelve from my parents being married before and the only child they have together. I am 43 and the closest in age to me is 9 years older. My father died in 1998 when I was 26 but at that young age I wasn’t concerned with my mortality. However, now that two of my siblings have died since September of 2014, a brother from cancer and very recently a sister from an aneurism, I think about it from time to time. (I just love that picture of some of my siblings!)
In March 2014 Nadia (my daughter) and I were in a pretty bad car accident. We were slammed from behind by an illegal that totaled my full size SUV.
My testimony of that accident is: In the few seconds during the crash the thoughts flashed through my mind of all the people in the world that die unexpectedly every single day. All their second chances are over, their time is up. No more time to make right the wrongs they’ve done to others, no more time to spend with family instead of sports or friends or work or whatever, no more time to get right with God and choose him rather than mammon.
Combine that with so many believing we are in the Last Days according to scripture (I am one of those believers) and I know time is getting short. I am thankful that it is being brought to my attention as a reminder that I still have work to do. My journey to becoming the handmaiden God wants me to be is far from nearing its end.
Hope is a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.
I am a work in progress and I have hope!