Events that are beyond our control often times steal our mirth. That is the worst kind of robbery and terrorism. Politicians, “please don’t rob our joy and peace everyday.”
You might still be in that bed that is becoming so hard to crawl out of, your eyes half closed. It is tempting to stay there in peace with low pain. Your morning bathroom stop gets longer, sitting on the toilet for half an hour hoping for the prune/bran/apple cocktail to work. You might be reclined in your easy chair or reading a book or a newspaper, it suddenly dawns on you. Your days on this earth are “dwindling down to a precious few.” The life that you happily led is slowing down at what seems like a blurringly fast pace.
Medical costs from you’re wasting body is taxing your financial health. Your guarantees and safety nets are tattered and torn. You try to remain positive but how can that be done? You cautiously and quietly realize in the back of your mind that everything you ever loved and lived for will soon be left behind.
Our goal has always been since birth to master life on this Earth. We were always taught to live a life of HOPE. Now as that earthly hope seems gone, we are offered a brand new hope and a new life and a peace that is beyond what we can comprehend. We have that hope to leave this earth and spend eternity in a new body, at a homecoming with no cares or woes.