When you have quiet time, a lot of thoughts seem to form. Often times the topic of death crosses one's mind. It seems that everytime someone you know dies, you consider that it could be you next. But those thoughts often last about a day or maybe even a week, then you return to life in a sense.

I have a friend who used to have a picture on his wall. The picture was on the wall was a casket. People would often ask him, why a casket? He would reply, " because I am always putting my life into perspective, when I think I rule my destiny, I look up at the casket. When I think I am an island and the world stops with me, I look upon the casket."

On my wall at home, I have the passage, James 4:13-14, [4:13 Go to now, ye that say, To day or to morrow we will go into such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain:4:14 Whereas ye know not what [shall be] on the morrow. For what [is] your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away], to remind me that my life is not mine. I don't control my destiny in no shape or form. Without God I am nothing, an empty vessel just going through the motions of this life. He controls my breaths and my steps.

It is easy to lose focus and think that tomorrow is a guarantee. There are times when I forget that I have to answer to above each second of the day, distracted by the world. I have to remember that death is always at my doorstep, waiting and watching my every move. But I do not fear death anymore, because I know that God is with me, holding my hands, leading me to a better place.