i GOT A COLD

My body identity has a cold. Yes me my identity, my body, the story I tell myself is sick. A cold is the same as a little death. It reminds me that one day in the future I will get sick and old and die. This is what a body identity does. It thinks it is born gets old and dies. What a predicament. Have you ever asked yourself if this is true. Is death a fact?

Nothing that was made by God ever dies. And God made everything that was ever made. If this is true and I assure you it is, I made death. I am the judge, jury and executioner. This is me as a little i. My self identity I made up. It is not real. Nothing that is real can die.

Is not this happy news. I am still as God created me. I can not get old. I can not get sick. I can not die. Thank you God.