Like the flowers I got for my 21st birthday, I want to be as fragrant to those who pass by.
The sweet smell of my dozen white roses (thank you precious dad) is filling my room and reminding me of how a life can be. A life is like a flower- beautiful to behold. It blooms and it dies. That's how life is. As grass withers, and flowers fade, so do we. But this thing remains; the word of God.
I guess I just want to be as fragrant as possible while I'm here, before I die. And I'm not trying to sound morbid whatsoever, I just want to view life from a broad perspective. We have only one life to live; how am I living it? Am I, like the white roses, immersed in water, fragrant and brining joy to those who come in contact with them? Or am I more like a weed, a bother, destructive, life-sucking and ugly?
I want to be like my roses.
Small thought tonight as I close out day one of being 21.
"All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our god stands forever." Isaiah 40:6b-8
