Grass

Do you ever sit on the grass on a nice sunny day? Doesn't it feel nice and comfortable? A cushion for your butt :-), strong in number, and a sign of life.

I miss the grass.

When I was young, every time I sat on grass, I would pick up a chunk with my hand, hold it up in the air, and when a nice breeze came by, I would let it go and watch the grass gracefully fly away. 

I guess as you get older, you have to let chunks of grass go and allow new grass to grow.

I'm learning not to take things for granted. Everything is fleeting and things fall apart, but one thing that will never change is God.

So God, I set my eyes on you, the everlasting God.

"All the people are like grass,

and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;

the grass withers and the flowers fall,

but the word of the Lord endures forever" 

- 1 Peter 1:24-25