thick smoke on the hill
means the wildfires rage unseen
and so too in life
All men 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 our God stands forever.
Isaiah 40:6,8
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2 replies on “Life is Fragile”
We are so fragile. I thought of that same verse while snapping the pictures of smoky air. The air itself seems to make everything look like a painting rather than real life.
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The Lord truly works in mysterious ways, Gary! It’s neat that the Holy Spirit put the same verse on my heart as came to your mind when you took the photo. Thanks!
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