It seems that most everybody I know over the age of 60 is secretly afraid they have or will soon fall victim to dementia. Everybody, of course, includes me.
This morning I invited my fear to spell itself out, and I realized my fear reaches unto end of life. Further, I may already have dementia or soon will have it, and it will steadily worsen until three days after I die at age 100. There it is, my fear at its finest.
While all of that may be true, there are always two ways of looking at life, i.e., materially or spiritually. On the material plane, I may die before dementia can do its worst. I have often said that I do not fear death, but I am a tish nervous about how I am going to go. There. Dementia's upside...death has become its sliver of gold. Quick, fast and in a hurry just earned its wings.
Then spiritually...I asked for God's interpretation. I got nothing...nothing regarding dementia or how I'm going to go or when or where.
I did get, again and yet again: God's will, God's way is God's love, forever for our benefit. Unknowable as to specifics, knowable in faith...whatever comes, we need only believe to say aloud, This, too, is of God. And we will be peaced.
God's will, God's way is God's love. How could that not be for our own personal benefit?
Thank you.
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