Hey guys, I’m back from the Bahamas. I had a great trip, but it’s really good to be back. I missed ya’ll (even if only online) and had fun sorting through the 139 messages in my inbox. I’m gonna post some pictures up on my blog you can all be jealous of me.
There is one thing I got from this trip and I’ll ask you. Are you ready to die? I don’t want to sound morbid here, let me explain. As my friend and I were driving to the airport friday, he got a little smile on his face and I asked him what was up. He said, “Oh, I just kinda have the feeling that we might not come back from this trip, like we might die.” Not exactly something you want to hear before you hop on an airplane. But I really thought about it, and I wasn’t ready to die. I think that’s why it bothered me so much. Then I started thinking about this trip and everything we’ll be doing and facing the realization that it really is possible I might die.
I think that I’m ready now, and I feel alot better about it. So my question again for you is, are you ready to die? I know most of us are ready to sacrifice, but what about dying in a plane crash or something very not exciting? What if your death is not a martyrs death, but something very ordinary? I dont’ want to freak ya’ll out, but I think it’s something worth thinking about.
On a lighter note, my birthday is coming up so ya’ll can be thinking of presents to get me. Peace.
