How fragile our life is.
I just found out that a friend of mine passed away last month. How ashamed I am, at the fact that I didn’t find out until just now, and what is even worse, I had to find out through Facebook.
Clearly, life was not meant to be this way.
The utter despair that is felt when a life is lost, shears away at the reality that we are capable of any sort of control.
Gracefully, my friend was a believer, and now rests in the arms of our Heavenly father.
I’m at an utter loss for words. Except, how many times are we told in God’s word how short our lives are? We are likened to a vapor; James 4:14: For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
Or even still, like the grass in the field. Isaiah 40:6-7 “all men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. The Grass withers, and the flowers fall, because the Breath of the Lord falls on them. Surely the people are grass. . .
What is man to do? We are a mere shadow of the Creator, barely made in His image. How futile are our attempts to put off what is inevitable. Yet, we can have assurance in the very next verse of Isaiah, 40:8 “The grass withers, and the flowers fall, but the Word of our God stands forever.”
My fellow racers and friends, let us never forget how fragile our lives are. If we are but a vapor, then we must illuminate before we evaporate. Learn this lesson now, before you too, are faced with a loss to teach these hard lessons.
Peace and Blessings.
~Kirsten.
