How is it possible for one small, five letter word to have such a looming effect. If we are all honest, we would say that we fear death. We fear how, and where, it will happen to us. But for most of us, it's the question of HOW our death will happen that drives our anxiety. We run to the doctor for every little cough or sneeze, and we get medications for every minor ailment. Why is that? Because we are afraid of death. I don't understand why, though. Why are we afraid of an inevitable life process, a process that has occurred for millions of years. Why are we afraid of dying when there is a higher power calling us home to an eternity with Him? And why are we afraid of something that is the very essence of our world. Without death, life would not have a meaning. Without suffering, there would be no joy. Without fear and anger and terror, there would be no hope. Death, of course, is unexpected. It takes from us the ones we love. It makes us question everything, and makes us ask why a loving God would do such a thing. But that same God gives us life. That same God brings new lives into the world each and every day. He created smiles, laughter, tears of joy, dimples, love, compassion, faith, kindness, and love. I think God gives us death to appreciate the good things in life. God allows us to suffer so that we appreciate the other things, the joyful things, in life. Maybe I'm of base, or crazy, or have no idea what I'm talking about. But in my opinion, God is a God of love. And as scary and terrifying, and saddening, as death is, I choose to believe that good will come of it and that it fits somehow into God's perfect plan.