The Day I Would Die

Only God knew what awaited any of us in the arena. Sometimes, it made my blood run cold. But, I knew Jesus was with me. As frightening as it could be, considered in the flesh, this was an honor of which I was not worthy: to be a witness of the Lord. The thought that I would die for Him – it was inconceivable, unbearable joy. And then... I would see Him! I couldn't imagine it. I'd fall at His feet and beg His forgiveness for not loving Him better. I knew He'd forgive me. I just couldn't believe it. To finally see Him whom I loved – Him who had died for me! It was so wonderful it was scary. Scary in a happy way, but I'm not sure it's not as scary as the arena.