Thursday, March 4. March forth! I woke up about 5AM. As I lay in bed thinking, I thought again how deserving I am  of death and hell. I told God I wished he could kill me and then let me come back to life again. I imagined having the breath squeezed from my lungs and becoming aware that I was going to die. I saw my life flash before my eyes and repented of all the evil I had done and of all the good I failed to do.  Then I imagined being dead – asleep and unaware. I imagined being detached from all that is this side of heaven, not caring what goes on here on earth. Then I imagined waking again, realizing I have a fresh start, that the past has passed. No longer identified with the time that has gone before, it does not define me. It does not control me. Rather fresh possibilities abound.  Then I realized it is true. Whenever I step away from myself and into Christ, I become new. If I die daily to self, I live to him. The old has passed away, the new has come.