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Strangely terrifying.

I've had some very strange thoughts lately, it's terrifying really. And all this time, I've been ignoring it. The one recurring question is- "what will it feel like to be dead?" When I imagine the answers, they never seem pleasant. I remember one distinctly, where I'm in this place, and there's a lot of fire, and hanging chains. I don't even know if it's just Hollywood messing with my mind, but it's rather terrifying. 

Daddy, why is it that when I imagine death, it isn't in heaven with you? Why is my picture of death such  terror? And why have I not trusted that by your grace, you have gifted eternal life through Christ? Daddy, keep reminding me that Jesus has paid the price. Please give me assurance, and lead me back to you. I don't want to live with these terrifying images, and believe that is what awaits, because I know it isn't. Dad, take away these images and replace it with your glory. Amen.

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