Bite the Dust
I watched an old friend bite the dust last week. He had greeted me faithfully every day for years. Standing stately and tall, the mighty oak inspired me to do the same.
I knew my friend was dying.
He was many times older than me. With each new season, he grew weaker and suffered more losses. Yet, my heart hurt when he finally fell.
Oh, the stories he could have told, if only he could have talked.
- Birds born in his branches
- Children who played in his shade
- Young love ignited with spring’s new growth
- Seniors who smiled at memories shared
- Death of people, plants, and pets
Like the circles inside his trunk, so goes life.
- Birth
- Childhood
- Adolescence
- Adulthood
- Death – the end of the road
We all die. Eventually we bite the dust.
However, death does not have to be the end.
When Jesus rose from His tomb on the third day, He defeated sin and death.
If we accept Jesus as Savior and Lord, we receive His victory over sin and death.
He promises an eternal home in heaven when we leave this world.
Thank you for the reminder, dear friend. I will miss you.
“‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” (Revelation 21:4 NIV).
Thanks to Jeri Stone for the photo of my friend before he bit the dust.
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