Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow
we will go into such and such a town and spend a year
there and trade and make a profit"--
yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring.
What is your life? For you are a mist
that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
When I took this picture there was an early morning mist, beautiful and haunting as it hung over the mountains in anticipation of the day. Within a few moments it began to vanish, leaving only its memory behind , a slight bit of moisture on its surroundings. As the day progressed, it became sunny and dry, without even a hint that the day had begun with tiny drops of water clinging to the atmosphere.
God says that we, too are but a mist in the grand scheme of things. What if we live to 100? What a short time we have on this earth! Can we make a difference, or will we leave like the mist, without a hint that we have been here? How do we plan our day, our lives? Do we assume that we are the masters of our fate, the captains of our souls? Or do we recognize daily the One who is the Blessed Controller of All Things?
As we begin our day, today and for the rest of our lives, let's give to Him the time that we have remaining. Let's finish strong, knowing that what we do is pleasing to Him and directed by Him.
Only a mist,