Last year I died. Every day for 365 days. I woke up and experienced death.
I died to myself. I died to my past. I died to my will. I died to all that I thought that I knew.
Dying was hard, but necessary.
For Christians dying is central to our faith. Dying is life. I forgot that somewhere along the way. Somewhere along the road to hunky-dory everything should be perfect land, I forgot that dying is a good thing.
Good but painful.