I looked around my room this morning, and everything in it appeared to me as it was. I care for none of it. I am dying, (and also living)
the body is more than the clothing we put on
and life is more than what we eat or drink.
a really wise dude said that once. His name is Jesus.
It was all dust, and I had no desire to cling to any of it, no desire to try and shield myself with it.
If I am dying and living, I want a reason. And it's got nothing to do with stuff.
It has everything to do with knowing God, and learning to have a heart more like His.
what am I to do with dust and things that fade?
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