Friday, July 30, 2010


Isn't it odd that these days slip by, whether well celebrated or neglected? It matters not. They slip by either way.

And isn't it odd that I am now my mother's age? How is that possible? Obviously, it is not quite so, and yet it seems so.

Odder yet, my body ages but I don't? Another non-reality, but true none-the-less.

Isn't it odd that this world is not the everlasting reality? That life is frail and passing, as the flower of the field; it shall fade and pass away?

Isn't it odder still that we invest so much here and neglect Him and our eternal home?

Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.


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