I remember a seminary professor’s instruction to the wide-eyed group of preacher wannabes: Pay attention when the Bible repeated itself.
As I have been preparing for this week’s message on Psalm 39, I’ve noticed the author has stated twice that life is “a hand’s breadth.” Each time the thought is followed by the musical term “Selah.”
What’s the point? Life is short.
And after each reminder: Selah. Pause. Reflect. Take a breath.
My grandson started back to school this week. As he approached his last weekend, he was filled with complaints at what he didn’t get to do or get done during his summer break. He was overwhelmed by how slow summer drug on, but how quickly it was gone.
That’s life, Buddy. That’s life, friend.
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I absolutely LOVE that metaphor of summer!
Time does seem to drag on at times, but then it’s gone so quickly.
This summer I have been ruminating about the speed at which my children have grown. When they were little and always underfoot, it was HARD. Now that they are moving out and moving on, I look back and wonder where the time went. 😉
Bless your heart. Thanks for the comment!