Withering Grass

Psalm 102: 11-12

My days are like a lengthened shadow, and I wither away like grass. But You, O Lord, abide forever; and Your Name to all generations! 

The older I get, the faster the days and years and decades speed by! 

My days are passing and fleeting. The longest human life is but a mere moment in the grand scheme of things. 

I have so much more to learn, such a brief time to learn it, and I seem to be such a slow learner! 

O my Father, open my eyes that I may see, open my ears to hear, and open my heart to accept and receive Your understanding and discernment. 

Teach me, Father, how brief is my time here, and how to apply my heart to Your wisdom. 

Let me leave behind my own thoughts, attitudes, and understandings; and think only Your thoughts, display only Your attitudes, and speak only Your words, not mine!

Continue to do all that You do, working out all Your plans You have devised for us all--to be drawn to You and Your ways, or to reject Your compassion and go our own ways. You leave us this choice, and You allow us to experience the consequences of our decisions, for good or bad. 

And in Your power and wisdom, You use both good and bad decisions to further Your Plan and accomplish Your Purposes in this realm. 

Father, You will call out Your children that have sought You, as You save us one-by-one; and You will judge the Nations of peoples who do not choose to admit the Truth of their need for You. 

And that Day is getting closer day by day. Jesus will come soon, and then this Epoch will give way to the next. And the increase, the growth, of this Kingdom will never end! (Isaiah 9:7). 

Even so, come, Lord Jesus!