never again will they thirst.
The sun will not beat down on them,’[a]
nor any scorching heat.
One of the elders speaks about the great multitude of the Apocalypse. They have washed their robes in the blood of the Lamb. Now they serve God on His throne, and He takes care of them.
This reminded me of a song. The people don't have any cares anymore. They are content with their worshipful existence. Mother and I discussed that. I was afraid it would be boring, but she didn't look at it that way at all.
Prayer: Lord, I still wonderful about this whole eternity in worship thing. I guess that's why I'm not ready to come to You yet. I'm praying that Mother is right there, and that Your glory is all she ever dreamed it would be and more. I miss her, but I am comforted that she is with You.
Amen
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