As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. -- Isaiah 55:10-11

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Oh, God, let me live knowing I am human living a terminal life and there is not one second I will get back. Let me give life in each second...knowing I'm dying...and I can take nothing with me...but I can choose what I leave behind...

"Live Like You were Dying" by Tim McGraw


Jenny B. said...

I just read Psalm 39 today, and this is in it, starting at verse 5... or 4... not sure which, and it seems to fit with this post:

"Make me grasp, Adonai, what my end must be, what it means that my days are numbered; let me know what a transient creature I am. You have made my days like handbreadths; for you, the length of my life is like nothing. Yes, everyone, no matter how firmly he stands, is merely a puff of wind. Humans go about like shadows; their turmoil is all for nothing. They accumulate wealth, not knowing who will enjoy its benefits."
(Complete Jewish Version)

Jerri Kelley said...


"...let me know what a transient creature I am..."


Jenny B. said...

:-) I knew I read it for a reason!

Jerri Kelley said...