I'm Going To A Funeral

They were my friends. Well. . .they weren't really my friends, but they hung around and wouldn't leave. They thought they needed to be with me and kind of hung around like a noose around the neck. You would tell them to go and they always came back! Those aren't the kind of friends I want around me. They're no fun, they spoil the party, they're downers. . .geesh, you want to just scream at them sometimes to "GO AWAY!"  But they always seem to come back. So. . .I had to kill them. And now I'm going to the funeral where they will be buried side by side. The obituary will read something like this. . .


Here lies Worry and his sister Anxious. There just wasn't room for them anymore and they were laid to rest. Where did I bury them? At the foot of a cross, the cross. And as I lay them to rest, I felt the hand of my real friend, the One, True friend, the hand of God, on my shoulder. I think He was pleased. He is always whispering in my ear, Trust Me, Trust Me. And I do trust Him. That is why I'm throwing the dirt on this grave and walking away hand in hand with my Savior. I want to honor Him with my life and those guys were weighing me down. Now I am more free to do just that.

Yes, I know in this world there will be troubles, but with my Savior, I can handle them head on with confidence.

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

 

I've had to ask myself, Do I really believe that?

And as I stand at the dirt mound holding the shovel handle, I say, "Yes!"

Do you need to kill and bury something today. . .go ahead, there is a plot ready right next to mine.