I can only imagine...

... this is going to sound incredibly morbid, but bare with me - please!

Today as I was driving home from work, a car pulled out in front of me. They really were lucky I swerved because it could have been an accident.

No one was hurt, everything is fine. It was just CLOSE.

I thought to myself, "Geez, they didn't even look - that was close!" Then I thought, "Thank God I'm safe..." and then these thoughts about death came on. Yes, death. The big sleep.

So I was actually thinking about death as I was driving home and it hit me. I'm not scared to die.

I'm not.

Now, I'm not saying I'm ready to die. I'm not saying I want to die. What I am saying is perhaps 6 months ago, my faith was not that strong. I've always been terrified of dying. And I shocked myself as I thought, "I don't want to die, I'd miss Mark and I'd miss everyone in my life... but it sure would be neat to meet God."

For the first time in my life, I'm not scared of death.

If I were to die today, I could honestly say I'd be "ready" to meet God even though I feel like my "work" here is not done. I truly believe God has a lot in store for me.

It's hard to explain. Is it possible that a lack of fear in death means strong faith? I think it is true for me.

It reminds me of the song, "I can only imagine..."