The greatest enemy is not outside.
The greatest enemy is inside.
The natural man.
Reminds me of a quote by Lemony Snicket.
Many old folktales portray Death as a cloaked figure who knocks on the doors of the souls he has come to whisk away, but that is not always the way of the world. Sometimes Death may approach the door very slowly and very loudly, so that by the time he knocks everyone in the neighborhood is aware of his approach, or he may prefer to pick the lock of your kitchen until you stroll downstairs in your bathrobe and learn that he has been waiting for you, sitting in your favorite chair and rearranging your silverware when he got bored
Trouble and Death seem to have similar habits.
Sometimes Trouble will march up, one-man-band style, guns a blazing.
Other times, he is a thief in the night, kidnapping all of the good luck that was waiting for you and taking it's place in a crude impersonation of something it can only aspire to be.
Perhaps I am thinking of this the wrong way,
Maybe Trouble is a friend just trying to give me a fighting chance.
But Death and Trouble are different.
Death is a release from this life and your path to the next, where we will get to be with God.
Trouble and Hope should be compared. Like twins, different sides of the same coin.
Hope can brighten a day like the first rays of sunshine in the morning. Where Trouble can plunge everything into darkness, a cloud of ash trying to smother.
But , that same ash brings new life, sweeter life. As it sinks into the ground it become an excellent fertilizer for the hope that begins to break through the dirt.
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