If I found out I had just a little time left to live,

I hope that I would be able to get past regret over all I would not be able to do,

I hope I don’t get bitter about the dreams that would die with me, the plans that would never be carried out and I hope I wouldn’t waste any time on “it’s not fair!”

I hope I would be wise enough to make the best of the time I have left, spend it being happy, doing what little or big I can actually do, rather than moaning and blaming God for my fate.

I hope I’m wise and mature enough to thank Him for the life I’ve lived, the victories He’s won for me, the darkness He’s seen me through, the lessons He’s taught me, sometimes the hard way.

I hope I sit and reflect on my journey and be thankful, for the people He’s brought my way, good and bad, the ones He’s taken away.

I hope I can sit and look back over my life and see the big picture and be grateful for what it’s been, not bitter over what it wasn’t or what it could have been.

I hope I use my time wisely, making amends for the wrongs and mistakes, I hope I can be the best I possibly can.

I hope I can be mature enough to accept that my time is over and not pine for what isn’t to be. I hope that even when I don’t understand, I can well, keep trusting no matter what.

I hope that my heart knows without a doubt that having to leave so soon does not mean that You don’t love me or that Your grace and mercy aren’t for the likes of me or whatever other rubbish I’ve feared. I just hope I can see beyond the tip of my nose, into Your Heart and just know that I’m going Home…

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