With my 43rd birthday in sight, I feel like I’m approaching a finish line. As I gaze at the month ahead of me, the home stretch, I realize that I am no more immune to death now than I was when I first experienced my premonitions of death at age 42. I am acutely aware that if Heaven wants me, it can grab me off the race track of life whether I’m thirty years from the ‘finish line’ or thirty days. There are no rules, no fair and square, where death is concerned.
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Chaos & Clarity 