Yesterday I had a very rough plane flight in gale force winds - it was terrifying. Was I thinking of my family at the time? Strangely, no. Fear brings everything down to the moment: 'God I hope the plane doesn't crash. I don't want to die like this...'
As the plane lurched through the turbulence I thought about how fragile life is, and how quickly it can end. I believe I am doing all I can to fulfil my soul purpose but some things are beyond my control. I need to continue having faith, being strong.
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