I came out into the cold air as the sun had set and the light was dying. I was on my way home. I wondered why I felt such a sense of how good this felt and realized I was remembering my school days when I would be riding my bicycle from the village where the bus stopped, to my home a mile away. Then it was so good to be heading home after a day at school ten miles away. I would get home knowing that a cheerful welcome would greet me and the warmth of a coal and log fire. The time of life I have reached is one where nostalgia and memory play a significant part in the day. It is good when one has good memories for there are people who are not so blessed. We must all be grateful for the good things in life and also for the difficult things that have taught so much.
When we lose a loved one it is natural to wonder how they are faring in the next life. I would warn against going to a medium to find out. At worst these people are charlatans after your money, the rest misguided or worse. We are told in the Bible not to try to reach the dead. The best person to call on in this situation is Jesus. That's right, go to the top. He is always available through prayer and doesn't make a charge. All he requires is that you look for him with all your heart. He has the answers to all of life's difficult questions.
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