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psalm 103… an Easter perspective… part eleven…

Returning to the exercise… of seeing Psalm 103… with Easter eyes…

As for man, his days are like grass,
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers no more.
Psalm 103:15-16
In the previous verse… just before… God assures us… as Creator… He knows… remembers… how we are formed… His compassion poured out… on those who fear Him… on those made of dust…
Here… we get a reality check…
to make sure we know who we are…
If we didn’t understand our temporary frail nature…
we soon will…
The length of our days… equal to that of grass… flowers in a field… when compared with the expanse of eternity…
Grasses… we see them shoot up in the spring…
mow them all summer…
but by fall… they’re slowing down…
by winter… dried up… brown… lifeless…
A few short months…
a moment in the span of eternity…
Flowers… have even a shorter life expectancy…
day lily blooms… last 24 hours…
sunflowers… maybe a week or more…
but eventually the petals wither…
the wind blows…
and they are gone…
Unless a place is intentionally marked…
there is no evidence that it ever was…
I suppose this is the heart behind mankind’s need for mausoleums… large headstones… and namesakes on hospital wings… libraries… stadiums…
We don’t want to be forgotten…
but we will be…
Just how many generations of parents… can you name…?
these are ones directly related to your existence…
most can name back to grandparents…
but what about greats…? great-greats…? or great-great-greats…?
People made of dust…
with a relative lifespan of grass… flowers…
are soon forgotten…
God the Father set eternity in our hearts…
we have this deep-seated belief… we are made for more…
He has planted eternity in the human heart,
but even so, people cannot see the whole scope
of God’s work from beginning to end.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 NLT
Eternity… planted in our hearts… so we might seek… and find… the One… through whom we can enter eternal life… Jesus…

No matter how spectacular a life…
it lasts only a moment…
then… its place remembers it no more

…the wind blows over it… and… it… is… gone…
Lord Jesus… thank You for making the Way…
that we might enter into what’s planted in our heart…
Teach me to live for You… and not for that which…
will be remembered no more…

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