“If I died 30 days ago, what would be happening in my family’s life right now?” It’s an awful thing to think about, but I ask myself this question from time to time. I don’t ask because I am morbid, because I have a death wish, or because I don’t want to watch my children grow. Instead, I ask it because it is my responsibility to do all I can to serve them, care for them, and love them even if I am no longer here to do so.
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