Death.

Artist: Casting crowns
Song: Who am I

Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.

Who am I?
That the Bright and Morning Star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.

Not because of who I am,
But because of what You've done,
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who You are.

I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean (ocean),
A vapor in the wind,
Still You hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling,
And You've told me who I am.. I am Yours.

Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin,
Would look on me with love,
and watch me rise again.

Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.

Not because of who I am,
But because of what You've done,
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who You are.

I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean (ocean),
A vapor in the wind,
Still You hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling,
And You've told me who I am... I am Yours,
I am Yours.

I am Yours,
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
'Cause I am Yours,
I am Yours.


Once again I'm reminded of this song.
I spoke with my sheep about death, being reminded once again that my life is like a flower quickly fading, similar to a wave tossed in the ocean, akin to a vapor in the wind.

Life is temporal. Death can come quickly and suddenly. The grim reaper is age-blind, oblivion to the deaths of children or centenarians. How then shall we approach death? Fear is innate, yet futile.

I want to be one who looks back on my life without regrets. The best of my youth committed to His kingdom and making a tangible difference in peoples' lives.

I will run the race. At the end of this race, when I meet my father, I hope to hear
"Well done, My good and faithful child."