I slipped in and out of a feverish sleep. Every time I opened my eyes, tears of pain gathered. My body ached too much to sob with the tears, so they quietly trickled toward my ears. I could not hold a thought or focus more than a moment or two. The fog was impenetrable, but the pain was worse. . . .
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My spiritual journals over the years are peppered with pleas that I would not deny Christ, like Peter did. And that I would not depart from the Lord in my old age, like Solomon did. Especially this last year, I have had many conversations with the Lord about “finishing well.” . . . .
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