The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever. ”
Our God is Eternal. He is truly ever green. He is forever youthful and vibrant. He does not age, he does not tire, he does not wither or wilt. He never sleeps.
Even the best parent sleeps and slumbers but our God is eternally and always vigilant and poised to help. Watching and waiting, longing for us to say “Oh, hi father” and then tell him about our life, the good, the bad and the ugly. I’m seeing him as a watchful dad, peering down into the playpen of our life and smiling.
We fade we tire we wilt we die, but God is holy and does none of those, yet he understands when we do them.
I’m rambling but I wanted to remind myself, that my life is a season, it is a breath that vanishes but my God is eternal and he wants me to spend eternity with him.
I can do that because Jesus made a way. He died in my place, took the punishment that I deserve so I can receive the blessings that he deserves.