When I was a young woman of 21, the furthest thing from my mind was dying.  I was just beginning to live.  In a few months I’d be getting married.  I’d be loosening the apron strings of my youth and forging ahead to adulthood and a freedom I’d never known before.

Most young people don’t give much thought to death. They tend to feel they’re invincible;-that they’ll outlive their parents and the word “death” is simply not in their vocabulary.

In that 21st year of my life, I’d just begun a new job.  My wedding dress was purchased and all the arrangements were made for our reception.  My job was cashiering for a loan company.  Large sums of cash were not usually on hand as things were generally handled by check.

Unfortunately no one told that to the two armed thieves that entered our office that dreary, grey afternoon right before closing.  They both wore ski masks and brandished firearms, demanding that I open the cash drawer and give them all the money.

In that brief moment, all twenty one years of my life flashed before me.  It was like watching a re-run of my short existence being played in slow motion.  I struggled to open the cash drawer, but for some reason, the key wasn’t working.  It may have been because I was shaking so badly.  One of the men grabbed the key from me and told me to lay down on the floor with the other two women in the office.

Obviously, by the grace of God, I was spared and lived to share this story with you.  As I peeked out from my spot on the floor, I could see that the men had fled and we were alone once more.

From there, my adventure went on to viewing a lineup the following day in a room where those I was watching, got a really good look at me.  I’d never even seen the perpetrator’s faces, but still I was required to go through the process.  Even during all that, it didn’t really hit me that my life was in danger until my name and address appeared in a newspaper article a couple days later.

Death will come to all of us.  There is no escape.  Eventually the “grim reaper” will visit and our bodies will return to dust.  For those who hope in the Lord, however, death is not a forever event.  When the believer dies, he lives on throughout eternity in heavenly paradise.  There is no fear in death, because God has promised us eternal life.


About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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2 Responses to FEAR OF DEATH?

  1. hatrack4 says:

    Thank you for sharing. I, too, had a close call at about 21, the summer of my 21st birthday. A gang initiation required the new recruit to step in front of the car while the more advanced gang member killed the driver with a switchblade. It was late at night. I heard the knife click, saw a glimmer of light through my open car window, and then I gunned it. The young guy chickened out before stepping in front of the car, or I might have never seen another day. I might write about the little things that save lives soon. You have sparked an idea.

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