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Tips for the Final Journey

By: Sister Jeannine Marie, O.C.D.

Life is a journey. We were not conscious of our beginning but we can prepare for the Grand Finale! Here are a few tips to take along the way.

  • This final journey of life is one we take alone, yet God gives us the opportunity to accompany others as they approach eternity. Offer them your support, prayers and loving presence at this most sacred time.
  • Life is like a large movie screen. Flashing upon it are the images of those moments when we knew joy and fear, as well as wonder and hope in our lives. We should often think of what we want to see depicted on the screen just before that final “The End.”
  • God created us, journey’s with us at every moment of our lives and will accompany us as we go home to meet Him face-to-face. Trust!

Aug 28, 2019 | Blogs, Featured, Our Faith, Reflections

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