Lyle's Blog

I’ve been run down of late, just plain tired. I went to my doc, had blood tests, a vitamin B shot, and an X-ray. The X-ray saw something, but what? So let’s do a CAT scan. The day after I get back from Missouri, it’s all set.

Have you ever wondered what the last thing your eyes will see is? I imagine that all the time because I know it’s coming—not yet, but someday. We know how to get ready for that moment, but don’t we think it’s always a ways off? I turn out the lights, I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.

If I should die? He will take me, won’t He. I offer a half-baked prayer, hoping to appease the Maker of the Universe. I pray, Lord, if I don’t wake, take me home, take my soul. How many times have I lain down to sleep and just assumed everything is OK between God and me? Am I fooling myself? I’m soon to be seventy-seven years old. I probably have a few years left. But am I really ready to meet Him? Sometimes the dark is very dark.