“Teach us how short our lives really are so that we may be wise.” (Ps. 90:12, NCV).
One of my highest joyful thoughts is to imagine the moment that I breathe my last breath in this body. Sometimes the Holy Spirit hovers over this picture in such an overwhelmingly beautiful way that burning tears spill out of my eyes. To imagine the sacred hour when I finally slip into the bliss of eternity… I wait for this with unspeakable anticipation.
Now don’t worry. I am not severely depressed or wishing for an escape. The truth is simply that Jesus has captivated my heart with the reality of heaven’s breathtaking goodness.
This is the place where my spirit lives:
“For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain… having a desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better” (Phil. 1:21, 23, NKJV).
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“The day you die is better than the day you are born” (Eccl. 7:1b, NLT).
Meditating on our mortality is actually extremely life-giving. In fact, Psalm 90:12 (above) encourages us to earnestly pray for heart-level revelation of how brief and fleeting the span of our days is on earth. To carry around in our souls the awareness that our years will, indeed, come to an end – this is really living!
We are only passing through here. The real deal begins once our heart beats for the very last time. Whatever trial we are enduring, no matter how painful – will one day look infinitesimally small in the light of the immeasurable blessedness completely enveloping our beings. Whatever earthly joy we might be currently relishing – will likewise appear dim and colorless compared to the absolute ecstasy then flooding all of our senses ceaselessly!
We were made to live for heaven. I breathe in a deep sigh of relief when my spirit once again grasps this truth: there are a finite, measurable number of days between right now and when I see Jesus face to face. Each day that I live is one less that I have to wait to be in His arms!