I have a great aunt who is 93 years old. She has lived a long, full, happy life. She was married to a wonderful Christian man for over 50 years. They truly were two halves of one whole. They loved each other and took care of each other up until he passed away ten years ago. They had only one daughter who was their pride and joy. Then they had three granddaughters who also became their pride and joy. Even though they lived in separate states, they were completely involved with everything their granddaughters did.
Not only was her family important to her, but they were always very involved in their church and community....everyone spoke well of them.
Now she no longer lives in the town that she called home for so long....the house the she and her husband built together had to be sold. Hardly anything is left of them in the town that they once swelled in. Now, at 93, almost everyone that she knows has passed on. She is alone. She lives in the neighboring state close to her daughter now, who checks on her often.
She is 93. She says that she prays everyday that God would take her home. She knows that her life has been blessed. She has more to live for on the other side now than on this side. She is ready. But still God holds her here.
It makes me wonder why God does the things that He does. I think of the young child who passed away after choking on an every day food. I think of the teenager that passed away in a car accident. I think of the mother who left behind two young children by falling through the attic. Oh my, what those families wouldn't give for one more day with their loved ones. Why does God allow some, who so desperately want to go, stay behind and instead take some that were not done living? It seems unfair. Each day that we are given on earth is so precious. I do not blame my aunt for other deaths. Or accuse her of stealing their time. She has no control....it just makes me wonder.
I have no doubt that if given the chance, my aunt would gladly deposit some of her time into someone else's account. She is tired. She is a Christian who knows that death is not the end, only the beginning. The truth is that no one has control over the time of our death...no matter how much we exercise, eat healthy, don't smoke, etc. Indeed, the way that God decides how long our time will be is a mystery to me. So, I guess I shouldn't wonder and I shouldn't second guess. And I certainly am glad that my aunt has been blessed with a long life. I just think that when I get to heaven, I might pass on my "time sharing" idea to the Big Man (that is......whenever my time comes).
