That there is beauty in dying is a tremendous thing. It seems impossible.
We’re reminded of this as trees bid adieu to their leaves in autumn. The life drains out of the leaves, and a brilliant burst of color dazzles our eyes.
What will others see of us as we say farewell to this world? Will our love shine with as much color, with as much brilliance?
How much time have you devoted to your final days? Will you die well? Will you point others to your pain and loss? Or will you point past yourself to your strong, stunning, savior, Jesus?
For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. If I am to live in the flesh, that means fruitful labor for me. Yet which I shall choose I cannot tell. I am hard pressed between the two. My desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better. (Philippians 1:21–23, ESV)