A Prayer about Belonging to Jesus

My teacher hugged me when I stepped through the door. I could feel his bones. His hands shook while we sat across from each other in his living room visiting. One of the things we talked about is how strange it is to interface with death for a long period of time and what it does to your psyche. “I never planned for this,” he said of hospital visits, loss of appetite, and loss of strength. “It’s like my body betrays me.”

On the drive home, I thought about how hard that must be– dying—and how I haven’t planned for it either. I’m focused on living life to the fullest, on all the things I want to accomplish and do and be. The visit with my teacher made me think about how I want to die well whenever that time comes.