I can only imagine the day that will come when the end of my life is here. I sit at night on occasion and think about when that day might come. It could come today, it could come tomorrow, or it may not come for another 20 years. I'm really not sure, and neither are you. Nobody is sure when their last day of life will come.

But I can only imagine what it's going to be like when that day comes. It makes me wonder if it'll be scary, if it will be happy, if I will finally be at peace when I'm done struggling, and I'm done fighting. I can only imagine what it'll be like when I don't have to feel pain any longer, and I can only imagine what it'll be like to finally meet God.

I think about it a lot. I go through phases where I really don't know what to expect on the other side. Then I go through phases where I pray to Him and ask that when that day comes, I see the light at the end of the tunnel, I walk slowly down towards the end, I see the light at the opening, and I cross that path. I can only imagine what it's going to be like.

I wonder if I'm going to see my best friend that died when I was a kid. I was 13, and he died climbing a tree. I wonder if I'm going to see my friend who was shot and killed, and his family left to grieve for the rest of their lives. I can only imagine what I might or might not see. I can only imagine if I'm going to see my grandfather that passed away when I was a little kid. I wonder if I'm going to see my other grandfather that passed away when I was six years old.

It makes me wonder if I'm going to see my friend that died in a motorcycle accident after he'd accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior. I wonder if I'm going to see a long lost girlfriend that I hadn't seen in half my life. I wonder if I'm going to see my friend Jennie who died of cancer.

I can only imagine what it would be like if I'm accepted into Heaven (I sure hope I am), and I walk down that path, see the light at the end of the tunnel and see one of my best friends' dads. Tom died. He left Mandy. He left her mom. He left friends. He left a family. And I've hoped for a long time that I'd be able to meet him on the other side. I'd give him a hug. Shake his hand. See him smile. Hear him greet me. And I can only imagine what I'd say.

Maybe I'll be awestruck to be surrounded by so many wonderful people again that I won't even have the ability to speak. I can only imagine what it'd be like. And I want to know that it's going to be great.

I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I don't know what the end of tonight might bring. I don't know what will happen next week. I can only sit here at night, and imagine. I really wish I knew what next week would bring. I wish I knew if my prayers would be answered when I talk to God and ask Him for help. I always hope that when I ask for something, call on Him or thank Him for giving me such good things in my life, that He's hearing what I have to say.

When I'm ready to leave this world, head to somewhere on the other side and experience what everyone says is the most joyful experience, the heavenly event, the greeting of so many wonderful people that I've loved and lost, I hope it's amazing. I hope it's incredible. And I can only imagine what it's going to be like.

As I say goodnight at the end of another day—a day full of struggles, heartache, pain and wondering what God has in store for me—I stop myself, look to the heavens, say a word of thanks to Him for doing what He's done, keeping me here another day, and I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

I can only imagine.