The other day, I was cleaning out my fridge and looking at all the little dates stamped on the cartons and cans. As I tossed out old yogurt and the tomato sauce, I thought about my expiration date. (Yes, that is rather a deep subject to be contemplating during such a mundane task.) It would be kinda nice to know when it is. Imagine all of us walking around with dates stamped on the back of our necks informing us when we are going to die.
August 17, 2072
September 3, 2036
May 12, 2012 . . . oh.
OK, maybe not so nice. Still, our time will come, and we don’t have a clue when. Compare 31 year old me with a 95 year old. Whose expiration date will come first? Odds are, his. But he may have another 10 years, while I may have another 10 months. Or 10 minutes.
This talk of death, it doesn’t scare me. I’m thankful for my life here, but I’m really excited about what happens next, because my final breath on earth simply means a new start in that perfect place with a beautiful Savior. He died for my sins and he rose again. He’s given me eternal life just because I trusted him and nothing else.
The point is, I’m ready to die, whether it’s today or 70 years from today. No matter when my expiration date is, I know eternal life is mine.
Do you?
1 John 5:13a “These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life. . .”
Made for Eternity 
thought provoking insight, Katie! I’m so glad we know, and that we are known!!