Not Afraid of Dying

“He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”
— Philippians 1:6

I’m not afraid of dying.
I’ve made my peace with the end of this earthly journey. I trust where I’m going and Who’s waiting for me there.

But I do wrestle with what I leave behind.
Not the accolades or the memories—but the messes.
The half-done projects. The things I meant to finish.
The unanswered questions people might ask after I’m gone.
The burden of sorting through the parts of my life I never had time—or strength—to put in order.

I’m not afraid of death. But I do fear becoming a burden.
That someone I love might feel responsible for closing all the loops I left open.
That they might carry the weight of my loose ends as if they were their own.

So I ask the Lord not just for peace in death—but for clarity in life.
Clarity to simplify what I can.
To hand off what I must.
To bless what I will never finish, trusting that God can bring it to completion in someone else’s hands.

I remind myself: I am not the Author of every chapter.
Just a contributor to a story much bigger than mine.

And maybe that’s enough.
Maybe that’s faith—
To let go with love, and to trust God with the rest.