Another sunset. Another day over. Tomorrow was another day and another sunset. Life seemed to her life the recycling of days, each going as quickly as the other. Twenty-four hours no longer seemed enough to accomplish all the things you wanted to. And the older one got, the shorter the days. There were times when she wished time would slow down. There were times when she wished she were a child once again. That was when time seemed to stand still or drag. Tomorrow seemed long in coming and yesterday seemed so far in the past. And today lingered.
Now, time was her enemy. Age dogged her relentlessly, reminding her of how beautiful, sprite and carefree she once was. Her life used to be the sunrise now it was the sunset. The older she got, the more real and near death seemed. When she was young, death seemed so distant. Occasionally, it would intrude upon her life like an unwelcome visitor, carrying away those close to her. And now it was here to claim her. She had fought it off long enough but now she didn’t have any fight left in her.
From her window, she gazed upon the sunset. The sky looked like a gigantic canvas, its Artist God. This would be her last sunset. The last glimmer of light before the darkness came. She felt cold even though she was under a thick comforter. And her vision was on the brink. It seem as if death were impatient. She had eluded it for so long. It was anxious to claim her now. Very well, she thought, you can have this decrepit body. I was getting tired of it anyway.
When her daughter checked on her, she was dead but there was a smile on her face and the Bible lying on her lap was opened to where the Holy Scriptures said, “This is how it will be at the resurrection of the dead. What is planted is decaying, what is raised cannot decay. The body is planted in a state of dishonor but is raised in a state of splendor. It is planted in weakness but is raised in power. It is planted a physical body but is raised a spiritual body.”
Source: Bible Gateway