Blinding flash of the obvious: We are the host; fear is the supplicant.
We openly welcome fear without bravado or hoopla; we show it our welcome as royalty shows commoners courtesy...in peace.
I ponder my BFO. It is not the object of our fear, dementia, that is the source of our disturbance. It is our fear of what unknown thoughts, feelings, behaviors can be wrought by dementia.
The question is: Can God lift us above the acts brought by dementia?
In short, are all my pre-80 beliefs shot down by age? Including my favorite, With God all things are possible.
My question: Are they? Are all things possible with God?
My answer: I must needs live it to find out. Or, SOSO, same old same old (that's God in mufti).
I believe that I believe the only thing I need strengthen is my faith in the God of my understanding. The God that lives in my heart, my soul, my body and my brain. Living there, the Father and I are one'd.
Are these just words, then, after all? Here's the fact of the matter: I have no choice but to live my life just as it comes from me...I would need to change my whole life structure not to believe, not to trust. That would not be of God, that would be self-will on the hoof.
Trust...why would that which has walked me through my life to date, not now? God cannot not be with me, so I do what I know is God's will, God's way for me. I trust and be not afraid...or I be afraid.
Fear will not keep God away...nothing brings God to me faster than fear. Feel the fear and love and laugh.
Thank you.
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