“Man born of woman is of few days and full of trouble. He springs up like a flower and withers away; like a fleeting shadow he does not endure.”
“Show me, O Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of years is as nothing before You. Each man’s life is but a breath.”
Lord, today is the anniversary of my grandmother’s death. My own father’s passing is still fresh in my memory. Friends have lost loved ones to Covid adding to the toll of over 1 million in our nation. And personally, I’ve survived my own “wake up call” cancer diagnosis and now await a kidney donor.
All around me is the evidence of how fragile life is. How quickly it passes. I often feel that the days sometimes drag on, but the years fly by. I thought the days of changing diapers and wiping faces would never end. Now in their thirties, I wonder how my children got to be so grown; how I got to be so old.
“But now Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in You.”
I have confidence that because of Your power, authority, and sovereignty, no one, not any power or circumstance, can take away even a single minute of life that has been ordained by You. “Man’s days are determined; You have decreed the number of his months and have set the limits he cannot exceed.”
Father, I know there are many things I cannot grasp while here on earth. But I love the picture You give us of resurrection.
When I plant a seed in the ground, it doesn’t look like what will come up. A tomato seed does not look like a tomato or the plant it grows on. Neither does a pumpkin seed, or a carrot seed, or an apple seed, or a peach pit. So my earthly body is like the seed. And my heavenly body is like the plant that springs from it.
My earthly body is fragile, but I will be raised with You indestructible! I live in weakness and with embarrassment, but I will return with You in power and with glory!
Because I look to You for my eternal future, there is no fear, because Yours is the victory! “Death has been swallowed up in victory. Where, O death is your victory? Where, O death is your sting?” Thanks be to You! You have given me victory through my Lord Jesus Christ!” Amen
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What a beautiful way to look at life! It gives me great courage and peace to know God will not take me from the Earth one second before I’m supposed to go. You have a mission to fultill and it WILL be done!
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