Sunday, 26 June 2016
Death as an incentive
I dreamt that I died last night. For the first time in my life, it did not scare me. I accepted it. Death was warm like a blanket. Cosy like a hug. Agreeable like a friend.
Excuse my French but that is exactly what I yelled at the devil when I knocked sense back into my head as I woke up. And to be honest, I wasn't really swearing. I was just telling the goat where it belonged. Abi? Yes, I have much to do on this side of eternity. It may not seem like it sometimes but I'm sure that when God spoke into my substance those many eons ago, what I have experienced to date could not have been all He said!
But you know, thinking of death helped me think. I don't know about you but there are some people that I have decided not to relate with as part of my pursuit of peace. In short, I don't like them. I thought they were good but they showed me they were bad for my health so I cut them off. I wish them well but have chosen not to renew our relationship. Will this keep me out of Heaven? *shrugs shoulders* We or shall I say, I shall see.
Dying alsogot me thinking about my tomorrow. For real. If indeed I know I will not wake up tomorrow, what will I do right now. If you knew you wouldn't wake up tomorrow, what would you do today? Right now?
Already, my list has 8 items. I have posted this to invite you to join me in making this list. Let death be your incentive too. Let those people go and live your Life now. Move beyond the hurt and exhale into a new page of your relationship. That's life. Pleasure and Pain.
And yes, I know. We shall live at least 70 years. Yes, I know but what if we don't? The people who are dying at 9, 16, 39, 48, 65? How are you better than them? You are not. It's all God's Mercy at play and He dishes it out as He deems fit.
Remember, it is God that is Sovereign. Not you.
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