When it gets better, I definitely want to be there, because it's already dog-gone good!

Dear Lord

By Scott D. Zachary

Lord, if I went tonight, that would be fine with me. Everything in my life is good, because I see Your silver linings—for the most part. You’ve given me way too much already. Although I have tried to . . . here and there, I could never repay You for the infinite blessings that You keep splashing on me. But maybe, that’ll give me a couple more points toward Your allowing me to live forever in Your Kingdom, because I certainly do yearn to repay You, and little by little, I will. I’ll do my best, anyway. You know my credit’s good—You don’t need a report; You can see it in my heart and in all my being.

On second thought, Lord, there are other people that would be hurt by my near-term exit from this planet. The first ones who come to mind are the eight impoverished children that we sponsor, who might starve to death, otherwise. But another afterthought tells me that the wonderful wife that You’ve given me would definitely make sure that they are cared for following my death.

And then there’s my wonderful wife . . . she wishes to leave here first. You’ve given me an infinite lot, generous God, but she’s given me a whole bunch too, so as much as I’d like to be the first to leave, I suppose You ought to take her first . . . if that’s within Your will. As You know, I will be dreadfully unhappy on that day, though. Either way, I have no doubt that You’ll make sure that it all works out for the best.

And also, there’s that desperate little kitten that you placed along the road on my way home from church Sunday morning. You did it; I know You did. I’ve been called stupid on a number of occasions, but You know better, don’t You! You created me; You see my every thought. You smile bigger than I do when You see that pitiful little furry ball’s existence extended and improved.

Of course, You realize that I have no desire to leave this realm—at least not yet. You gave me far too much will to live to consider ending this blissful existence myself, so don’t think that I might want to go there. Besides, there’s a rare moment when I’m not absolutely content. I’m just saying that if it’s my time in Your time, then this would be a good time, and I’ll just smile—or grin—along the way.

With unending Love,

Scott