Tuesday, April 15th

Psalm 103:15-17 The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. But from everlasting to everlasting the Lord’s love is with those who fear Him, and His righteousness with their children’s children.

Becoming middle aged...

Father, much of my life I avoid the reality that my life is finite and I am frail. Forgive me for when I seek to hide from this reality. Help me to believe that in the midst of my frailty and finiteness I am forever loved by you because I belong to you. Amen.

-Submitted by Anonymous