Writing one's last will and testament is a rather sobering occasion. It must have something to do with the fact that one is drawn face to face with the truth of one's own mortality. We all like to think it will happen to someone else, but not to me. Contemplating one's own demise is a bit of a bitter pill to swallow.
Reading a will is all so cold and matter-of-fact. You read through the "legaleze" and you realize that the situation is beyond your power to change it. There are the reflections of what your real value is, and have you succeeded in your ambitions. But that does not feel very redeeming.
Conversely, good stewardship demands that we take care of those we love the most. There is a satisfaction in knowing that you have fulfilled that obligation, and you will not be a party to the tragedy of leaving this world intestate.
Have you written your will?
James 4:14 "What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes."
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