I am slowly fading away.  I don't see like I used to or hear like I used to. My desires are changing and I am hearing voices. I need to get my affairs in order. But don't cry for me yet.  The death I speak of is not a physical one (even though we know we will all die one day).  It is a death to self.  As each day goes by,  I am dying more and more. Dying to selfishness. Dying to anxiety. Dying to desiring things that aren't in line with what God has called me to. Dying to fea