Louis Armstrong, his velvet voice filling the room "I think to myself, what a wonderful world", always brings a smile to my face. I have told my family for years I want this song to play at my funeral. It is such a joyful, bittersweet picture of life. What would I do if I knew I only had two weeks to live, give or take a week? No one really knows when they will die, some have a time frame, a season, most of just hope it is much later then now. The older I get the more I appreciate the verse Philipians 1:21 "to live is Christ, to die is gain". This becomes expounded in my brain to this: to live in this world with all this hurt, joy, and people requires the grace of God to keep breathing, His strength for me to fulfill His purposes; but if I died, when I die, I will see Christ, I will gain everlasting joy. I will gain.
So, the last two weeks? I want to be at home with family and friends. I want to make sure all the important stuff is shared, passed down to the next generation. I want to remember and my children to remember what God has done for us. I want my flowers early to enjoy, along with the faces trying to say good bye without saying good bye. I want to remember it is just fare thee well, till we meet again.
