Death, Dieing and Living

I have been reminded over the last few weeks that our time on this planet is very limited. Our days are numbered, as the scriptures say.

Two men, with so much to live for, with things that they thought there would be plenty of time to do, left this world. Many people have said that their time was cut short, but if GOD is soveriegn, then I cannot agree with that without a considerable amount of struggle. I want to scream out that they did not get a chance to finish what they started, what they were supposed to do. I want to say that the Creator of the universe made some sort of mistake, maybe He was not watching close enough.

There is this woman with Alzheimer’s, that for all purposes has left us, her body lingers on, eating, drinking, and eliminating. Yet there is no meaningful or reasoned communication, her body just existing. I question the Sustainer of lif and His wisdom, leaving her body here withering like a leaf off the branch. Still, if our days are numbered, she will remain until the counting is complete.

So, I am at odds within myself, my knowledge of His truth and my feelings of what is or should be best. Two men taken away and one woman left. The one essentially gone before her body gives up. Two whose bodies are ripped from this world before their tasks were complete. And, I struggle, I don’t see the good in these situations. I want to cling to the truth that the Creator and Sustainer has a plan and a reason. That He knows and cares about those left behind and those who watch helplessly as death’s daily erosion of the one they love. And, I do cling to that Truth, sometimes. I am comforted in knowing that all three named and lived for Jesus, the Savior, the best they could. So, the two now are really living and the one will join them.