....I'm not.
I'm not afraid because of the fact that I know that one day will be my last and that is inevitable. I know I'll be entering God's arms.
I am however, afraid for those around me. I wouldn't want to die so soon because I'm not worth funeral expenses. I am not worth the heartache. I'm just not.
I am afraid to leave my loved ones behind. Especially those who don't know Jesus/the ones who haven't accepted Him yet.
I am afraid my brother won't take care of my mom.
Other than that, I am not afraid.
But I am afraid of the process. I'm afraid of how I will die. Especially of one thing in particular. I don't want it to touch me. If it does I fear that I'm not strong enough to fight it off. I don't want to die without living.
And I'm afraid the process has begun.
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