As the world slowly stirred awake this morning, I found myself confronting an unshakable sense of doubt, coupled with a tinge of fear. Not the kind of fear born of an immediate danger, but the quieter, more insidious realization of my mortality.
The labs and tests scheduled for today lay before me like a stark reminder of the fragile balance we navigate—our health, our lives, and the sheer impermanence of it all.
Mortality is an undeniable truth, something we all recognize on some level but often keep at arm’s length. We weave it into the background of our daily lives, rarely acknowledging it until moments like this. A doctor’s visit, an unexpected test, a list of unfamiliar procedures—suddenly, the abstract becomes tangible, demanding your attention.
This morning, I found myself asking questions as uncomfortable as they are profound: What if the tests uncover something more than I’m not ready to face? Have I done enough with my time? Have I loved deeply enough? Have I lived fully enough? These questions linger on the edges of our consciousness, waiting for moments like these to emerge, unbidden yet unavoidable.
But alongside the fear, I also found clarity—a reminder that life is precious precisely because it’s finite. It nudged me to pause, appreciate the simplicity of a new morning, and see another sunrise as an opportunity. Even though overwhelming at times, it can also urge us to embrace the fear of the present and take nothing for granted.
As I prepare to face the day ahead, with all its uncertainties, I’m reminded to breathe deeply, to trust in the process, and to acknowledge the fear without letting it take control. Life, with all its unpredictability, is still a gift, even on days like this when its fragility feels unmistakably close.
Perhaps these moments, as unsettling as they are, are meant to teach us something valuable: to honor life’s fragility, to confront our fears, and to find the courage to live fully in their shadow. Our worth isn’t defined by tests or fears but by the connections we make, the love we give and receive, and the resilience we summon in the face of life’s challenges.
Or as the Bene Gesserit teach:
"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
In moments like these, those words feel especially true—a mantra for grounding ourselves amid the inevitable uncertainty of life. Fear may come, but it doesn’t have to define us. Only we remain.
I am part of Bev’s army of Sisters that are praying strength and peace over you and your family as you fight this battle. Read 2Corinthians 4:7 and know we are praying in the gap.