The older I get, the more I think about death being imminent. If my stroke taught me anything, it was that I am still here on earth, alive, because of God’s great mercy and grace. Every breath that I take is a gift. Every new morning is to be treasured. But we are not to be so attached to this life and our things on earth that we forget our destination and to whom we belong. Over forty-five years ago, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. From that moment, my life was not my own. It has been His, with all of the trials and temptations that are normal for any human being. But one thing I have always known, no matter what I was going through. I have always known that my home is with the Lord and when I die, I will go to be with Him. I acknowledged Jesus as Lord long ago, but I have many loved ones who have not done so. Again, as I get older, it becomes more important to pray for them and to share Jesus with them as I am allowed. The door is not always open to share because some family members have decided that I am too “religious” and don’t want anything to do with me. I praise God for the description that I am too “religious” because that must mean that I have shared enough of God for seeds to be planted. I, however, don’t want to be known as religious. I want to be known as a faithful servant of the Lord. I may not live long enough to see the harvest of my loved ones, but I know that God is faithful and will bring others after me to reap what was sown long ago. One thing is certain: the Scripture says that EVERY knee will bow and I want my loved ones to know Jesus as Lord before the Judgment Day of the Lord. Let us all be diligent to pray for our unsaved loved ones that they will come to the saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ and find the love, freedom and security that can only be found in knowing Him. Meanwhile, let me live for the Lord until that day that He calls me home.