Death was walking toward a city one morning, and a man asked, “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to take 100 people,”Death replied.
“That”s horrible!” the man said.”That’s the way it is.”
Death said, “That’s what I do.”
The man hurried to warn everyone he could about Death’s plan.
As evening fell, he met Death again. “You told me you were going to take only 100 people,” the man said. “Why did 1,000 die?” I kept my word, Death responded,” I only took 100 people” Worry took the others.
Worry is, and always will be, a fatal disease of the heart for its beginning signals the end of faith.
Release the regrets of yesterday, refuse the fears of tomorrow and receive instead, the peace of today. Simply let go and let God be God. Live this and be eternally blessed.