This is the season for flowers. While most of the dirt work around here results in things like tomatoes, squash, peppers, and other things to eat, somewhere along the way a lot of different flowers ended up finding a home in the dirt around here as well. Color is everywhere, but the ones most intent on putting on a show at the moment are the yellow day lilies. Coming up out of that deep lush green base, they create a stunning sight to behold. However, day lilies are short timers. They bloom, put on a show, and within a day or two they are gone.
It brings to mind the way of all things created. And even though the yellow blooms are beautiful to behold, they also speak a word to those who have eyes to see and ears to hear about the fragile finite nature of all our lives. Is there a moment in the span of our years when we are at our best? Or, is it simply true that no matter how many are our years, they are still but a speck in the calendar of creation and the endless span of eternity. Like those yellow lilies around the house, my time is like your time. It is measured by shortness instead of longevity.
Making the most of the days given to us is not just a Scriptural admonition, but it is also a word which bears the mark of common sense. It makes no sense to waste a single one of the days which God has given as a blessing to our living. It makes no sense to let anger prevail, or to have a frivolous spirit about the many abundant parts of the creation which bless us. It makes no sense to live with disrespect and disregard for those who share this life with us. And certainly, it makes no sense to live as if we are the ones in charge of our life instead of the God who is the Creator of all that is, including you and me.
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