Psalm 39:4-5
“Show me, Lord, my life’s end
and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting my life is.
You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,
even those who seem secure.
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Would you ask God to open your book of days? My life patterns land best in worlds I couldn’t have imagined. Allow wisdom to guide you now.
An end will come. Embody beatific hope.
My friend and fellow writer Jill Hinners searches for peace and inspiration on or near Minnesota’s lakes and smaller waterways. Jill writes, “I collect iPhone images to document all the natural beauty in this place I’m so fortunate to call home.”
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