My morning blinding flash of the obvious: Death does not equal being left alone. Death is the great gatherer of peoples. Death brings all together. There is no left alone in the next dimension...for that matter, there is no left alone in this dimension except we fear it so.
There. Old fear of mine, being left alone by death or by damned...didn't God make short work of it?
This BFO is my proof again that God does know my needs. Knows them and tends to them when I least expect it, i.e., when I'm not nattering him about what he needs to do about me.
From now I must needs hold to this because it is a fact in my life that a fear that old may be by now no more than a bad habit, but it is entrenched. God and I both working together have our work cut out for us then.
I'm a lot like my beloved fictional dog Chet who once said, " ...a lesson I learned the hard way once, and after that the hard way again." I love Chet.
It may be colder than cold out there, snow may be on the way, we may even have an ice storm coming...bring it on! I'm free at last, thank God Almighty, I'm free at last!
Thank you.
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