How many times those thoughts have entered my mind as well.

But....I look back a few years and my mother (the last couple of years of her life) had been pretty much bed ridden, but still had the ability to think pretty well. She would often say to me "why does the Lord keep me here"???? My answer would usually be something like "Mom, your room isn't ready yet. The Lord has many rooms in His House and He is still preparing yours".

At the time, I was able to get around pretty well. I remember these words now. When these thoughts come to my mind.....I echo the words to myself that I said to my Mother. "The Lord is preparing my room...It's not ready yet". His time...not mine.

God sees the whole picture and only He knows why and when our time is to come. For some, we may feel it is too soon and would gladly give them our time.

Pray we all will let Him decide when it is our time.

Karen, we are all in this together. How good it is to have one another to lean on and each of knows what the other is going through.

Take care dear friend across the pond. Went to London twice. Also, some of the countryside. Loved it.


(Gerry)