The Brevity of Life

I said to myself, “I will watch what I do and not sin in what I say. I will hold my tongue when the ungodly are around me.”

But as I stood there in silence—not even speaking of good things—the turmoil within me grew worse.

The more I thought about it, the hotter I got, igniting a fire of words: “Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered—how fleeting my life is.

You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.”

We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it.

And so, Lord, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you.

Psalm 39:1-7 NLT

I love these verses. Over the past few months I’ve been going through a transition of sorts in some areas of life. During this time there’s been a lot that I just don’t — and can’t — understand. To put it simply, I think in a lot of areas I’ve tried complicating things. And, I think it’s normal to some extent. But I want to get back to some of the basics… what is going to really matter tomorrow? Is it that fancy thing over there or is it sharing Christ and just being a witness over here now.

I want to remember that life is short. Tomorrow isn’t promised. Everything matters — but is it for a purpose. Does it mean something in the glimpse of eternity?