I received a telephone call letting me know that one of my great-uncles had died. Just two weeks ago, his daughter gave a birthday party for him and his wife. He was very sick, and while his death was not a complete shock, I didn't expect for him to die this soon. It put into perspective the temper tantrum I had thrown earlier this morning because the Holy Spirit was telling me that I should not do something I was about to do (sounds ominous I know, but it was all over what brand of cereal I was going to eat . I caved to my old nature, and I'm trying not to worry about the consequences of this latest stupidity.) My great-uncle's death reminded me that there are only two things in this world that really matter-- Are you saved, and are you following Jesus? Everything else is fluff, doesn't matter. Whatever else happens, if we are following His leading, it will always be for God's Glory and our ultimate good. I have a very hard time with this priniciple because I have a fearful personality. It is such a foundational belief, but it is very difficult for me to have faith in it. Maybe I will remember the next time I get in a tizzy over something.