Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands. —Psalm 90:10, 12, 17

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon; planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green, proclaiming, “The Lord is upright; he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him.” —Psalm 92:12-15

August 11th already! The summer season passes so quickly here in New Hampshire. That in itself gives me a longing for the perfection that is awaiting in Heaven. What a joy there will be in that place with all who love the Lord Jesus Christ.

Yet, the quickly passing flowers and gardens of summer here are such a reminder of the brevity of life and its seasons. We have the Spring of life when everything is new and to be explored. Then there is the Summer of life when we flourish in faith, faculty, family, focus, finances, friendships… The Fall of life brings ponderings of green leaves turning brown and falling to the ground, the shortness of their lives. The vibrancy of physical life and strength begins to change with the turning colors of the leaf life season. We become more aware of our frailty. Then the Winter of life comes life slows down as the blanket of snow and ice covering the ground slows life to a halt. We too slow down and as in the dead of January so our death of the body creeps ever toward us. Yes, these are reminders of the shortness of our lives.

Yes, we are to consider the short decades we live on this planet and so “gain a heart of wisdom” in the use of our time here. Asking the Lord’s favor to “establish the work of our hands” that we might bring glory and honor to Him. He causes us to flourish in all seasons of life and even bearing “fruit in old age” or the winter of life. That is exciting because during the winters here in New Hampshire the only fruit being born outside are icicles. But spiritually, we are able to bear fruit right up to the time of death. May we do so!

Dear Father, be please to work through me until I draw my last breath that I might honor You right up to the point of death. May it be so in the power of Your Holy Spirit and in the authority of Jesus my Lord. So be it!

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