My birthday was two weeks ago. An annual time of reflection on the comings and goings of another autumn, winter, spring, and summer.
Some of the afternoon was passed quietly, reading Scripture in one of my favorite spots: our gangly porch swing, seeking to hear what God might speak over my life on this special day.
And God never ceases to surprise.
He led me to Psalm 103:15-17:
"As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field;
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.
But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him,
and His righteousness to children's children…"
It wasn't quite what I was expecting. I am still relatively young….perhaps even in the bloom of life. But, God was...is...calling me to remembrance that this life is passing away.
I am passing away.
This post includes pictures of flowers taken during my 27th year of life. None of these flowers are still in bloom. They have all faded. So too me.
The Psalmist writes in Psalm 90:12: "Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom."
May I not forget that this is a short, breathless life. Then, in joy, I will seek to cultivate upon this soil only that which points to the steadfast love and eternal glory of God.