Handspan. A morning mist which quickly burns away.
This past week has had (in my opinion, which means nothing) too many reminders that we are momentary beings, short timers on this side of Eternity.
We may live forever, but during our time here...we are here. And that means something.
God in His wisdom decides the number of our days, and we are powerless to extend or cut short our individual allotment.
Here's our humanness in simple: it hurts to see the young die more than the old. When we see a young life ended, we feel that potential wasn't achieved, that more life was owed to that young one.
But that isn't so-no one is owed Life.
Life is a gift from God-if it were owed to us, it wouldn't be a gift, but something somehow earned.
Thank God for your life.