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 fear.
When I say that I don't see like I used to, it is because I see better spiritually and intuitively. I hear differently because I am taking time to listen.
I am dying and I welcome this death because it means that I can now live. And because I live and not just exist, hopefully others can begin to live or live better. I welcome the use of my failures, shortcomings, and mistakes if it means one less person has to take the long way around.
Don't cry for me. Cheer me on as I die this death.