For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass wither, and the flower thereof falls away: But the word of the Lord endures for ever. And this is the word which by the gospel is preached to you

1 Peter 1:24-25

As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children's children; To such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.

Pslams 103:15-18


I am a frail creature and the more I think about my life the more I am sure of it. With "Who am I" by Casting Crowns in the background, one can sense the mood of the moment.

Increasingly I see why its a joy to glory in one's weakness because it glorifies the cross. Why boasting in the cross is a great delight.

Anyway, am rushing back to camp.... :)