Today is a good day for a funeral. Let me explain why.
I am a five-year-plan kind of girl. I set goals, map out a path, pray for God’s blessing, and get moving. Each new phase of life presents an opportunity to make a fresh plan.
After high school, I set my sights on my degree, then marriage, motherhood, and owning a home. I took the steps necessary to get where I wanted to go. Delays and detours frustrated me. I prayed a little more and worked a lot harder.
As I look toward the future, visions of what my tomorrows could look like fill my head. I toss my ideas up to heaven and ask God to put His divine spin on them. I dream up the best case scenario and wait for God to grant my wish like a genie in a bottle.
Galatians 2:20 makes it clear that we are to die to ourselves: “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” That bad thing I want to do? Die to self and do the right thing. When given the choice to serve me or serve another? Die to self and choose to serve.
But what if dying to self also means dying to the life I thought I would live?