Death and Life


As I've been learning that the cross (death) brings life, a strange thing has been happening. People keep dying. First it was my coworker's 20 year old son who was murdered. Then it was another coworker and his 17 year old son who were killed in a car crash. Then yesterday someone I went to school with and her fiance were killed in a motorcycle crash (both were 27).
It is scary the effort that God is going to to "batter my heart." To show me that this life is temporal. That living for the here and now is futile. I want to get this. I want to understand it. I want it to change me. I wish he would divorce me from my ties to this world and change my perspective.
That through these deaths I would see hope. Hope that there is more than the short years on this life. Whether 17, 20, 27 or 87 years old, that life is short. And that the only thing that matters is what I am doing for eternity.
God, captivate me. Capture my emotions. The emotions that only see hopelessness. Give me a view of your cross and the hope that death brings. Give me the strength to die to myself. To die to this world and experience true life. Life and hope and peace and steadfastness. I need your security in my life because this world is so unsecure. It is so ever-changing and dark that I need your light to guide me.