So, in about 24 hours, I will be going to bed and arising the following morning (0500, Wednesday, June 15) to have surgery to repair a ventral hernia.

This morning at work, a fellow co-worker asked me, “Are you nervous?” Funny, a fellow brother in Christ asked me this past weekend how I could be so calm about writing my will, setting up an Advance Directive (“Living Will”) and have surgery, knowing that there’s no guarantee that all will go well and that I might possibly die?

It’s just surgery, right?

I mean, we’re birthed, we live, and we die. Or, am I missing something?

Look, I have lived 47 years, 2 months and some odd days. My parents loved me, I had a good and loyal best friend during school, loyal life-long friends during college, wonderful friends once I got out of the ICOC, a GREAT friend who introduced me to The Village Church, BEAUTIFUL hearted friends I’ve made at The Village Church; I’ve had several great jobs which have taught me so much about life. But most importantly, I have a Savior that loves me despite how many times I REALLY screw things up (and yes, I do so all the time!).

So, I’m not really nervous. I either get more time here on earth or an eternity in Heaven.

Cya L8R (here or There!)!