I think about the end of this life often.
More often than the average person should:
on the bus
in bed at 11:00 PM…12:00 AM…1:00 AM.
I think about the when, the how, and the where.
until I’m sinking in a bed full of my own sweat–
because what if I’m not as safe as I think I am.
What if We’re not as close–
if I’m not as good
if I’m not safe
What if I truly don’t know Him.
I’m often scared. More scared than the average follower should be.
No where near perfect–
No where near a forgiving person–
No where near being faithful–
But what about justice?
I deserve it.
Am I alone in this?
Am I the only wandering sheep?
If so, 99, please be thinking me.
And if not, how do we finally feel safe at home?