As It Comes….I Will Remain … Schanntel

I carry no shame or guilt—only the understanding that what I do have is more than enough. Enough to grow, to be better, wiser, softer. To be gentle, obedient, and understanding.

Life is short. It’s not promised, not guaranteed. But it’s life—and life always ends. Death is certain. It isn’t racist, unjust, or biased. It doesn’t care about age, race, or status. Death arrives when it chooses, and when it does, you can’t run or hide.

So here’s the message: love people now, while you still can—before it’s too late.

Two nights ago, I watched my husband cry for a friend who died at just 33. Now, my mind won’t stop spinning, and my heart is quietly praying that death doesn’t come knocking on our door.

Because in the end, we don’t get to choose how much time we have—but we do get to choose how deeply we love while we’re still here. And I choose to love, fully and fearlessly.