I no longer worry about dying. I used to. I'm not saying that I want to die right away (too much living left to do, you know), but I'm no longer afraid of it like I used to be. I finally have peace through faith; and I've developed my own idea of what I think Heaven will be like, even although it's probably inaccurate or even childish. I think about Jesus saying, "In my Father's house are many rooms...." (Jno. 14: 2 NIV). I imagine my granddaddy and mom living in this enormous, gorgeous, and invitingly warm-looking mansion located in the middle of a field of wildflowers under a bright, cloudless sky. They're healthy, happy, and excited. They're preparing the home for the rest of their family for the great homecoming--just like during the holidays when I little. I know they're waiting for us. I think on this pet vision of mine often, and I smile.
Love Ya,
God Bless!
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