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A Vapor in the Wind

April 4, 2024

I'll be 61 this month.



I think about death often, not all the time but often.

It's not the after death part that bothers me, it's the dying part. I worry it will be the result of a long, lingering illness. Or incapacitation. That sort of thing.

But the after death part doesn't bother me at all. You know why? Because before I was born I didn't exist for billions of years. I didn't know it and it certainly didn't bother me.

I also believe we return to God. Somehow someway. I find that comforting.

I Persevere. And life goes on. For a while, perhaps...

You do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.

James 4:14



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