As for man, his days are like grass;
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place knows it no more.
But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him . . .
When you feel small, that life has forgotten you like last years stamp, may you remember that you were made for such a time as this. What you have to share with the world matters. As you slow down from life’s busyness, may rest be your closest companion and His voice, your music.
Happy Sabbath Friends!