Recently, my daughter and I were both sick. My daughter, to this very day is still weak, but I praise God that we are still alive.
I have seen my daughter fight for her life… again. I was in agony knowing that there is nothing I can do to help her. Yes, I admit that I have already entrusted her life o God, I even told God that He can take Krisma whenever He wants but when I saw my little baby in that state, I cried and beg God not to take her away from me.
It was during this time that the word Death became so real. I realized that despite my belief in God, I feared death… I feared to be left by my loved ones. Death is a chapter of our lives that no matter how much we feared and wanted to avoid will surely come. It’s an event that will happen but we just don’t know when.
I’m not prepared to die nor am I prepared to have someone that I love die…
If death is sure to come… isn’t it just right that I should prepare for the last event of my life?
Death comes at God’s appointed time… you never know when until it’s time… when it comes, I hope that I am already ready.
