Death comes knocking on everyone’s door.  Everyone’s.    Recently my dad’s.

A year ago my dad became very sick.   His lungs struggled.  His body slept.   Hospice came and we learned all about diapers and bed sores and end of life care.  My dad fought death off and lost the diapers and bed sores and endless sleep.    He walked and talked and made preparations.  He called  friends.  Then death came knocking again and he answered the door and entered in.

Are you ready?

Most of us look away.   It’s hard not too.  But you need to look, to live.  God’s grace is all around us.   Embrace it.

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