I know that one day I will die.

I also know that I have a mission, a purpose here on earth.

I’m not going to die until God is ready for me to die. He knows the time and the place. Why would I want to go on living after I have completed whatever I am here to complete?

When it’s time for me to die, it will not be like leaving life behind, but rather like coming home, to the life I’ve never known but always loved and wanted.

Honestly, I’m kinda excited about it. And not at all in the morbid death-loving kind of way. Instead, in the “I can’t wait to finally be home!” sort of way.

:D