The lady entered our house with a large black bag and began pulling out paper work, needles, a scale and other medical items. My stomach groaned and growled from the 12 hour fast the night before. She didn't smile a lot. I suppose to her it was just another day at the office, and in reality, it's not like a ton hung on this 20 minute appointment in my kitchen. I mean, if my blood work came back abnormal, at least we would know right? If my blood pressure was high (or in my case as it was, low) at least I could visit my family doctor and get a prescription to treat it. And, if by chance, none of it panned out, and the life insurance company denied my application, Doug and I could just search elsewhere and find a new company to insure my life.
Life insurance...it's a funny thing in some sense. I mean the actual word is a bit ironic.
I always tell my students, one thing you can be absolutely sure of in life is that YOU WILL DIE. So, really, the words life insurance are kindof ironic right?
I mean, I'm not stupid...I get the gist of it...the insurance policy will pay out money to my survivors upon my death. Yeah...get that...
Just got me thinking...
Our real life insurance comes only from one "company", only from one "person", only from one "true policy"...
"For God so loved the world, He sent His only begotten son, that whomever believes in Him, shall not perish, but have eternal life!" John 3:16
So while the verdict is out on my policy with Hartford life, my policy with Jesus is secure...
How about you????
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