Psalm 144:3-4 O Lord, what are we that you should care for us? Mere mortals that you should think of us? We are like a puff of wind; our days are like a passing shadow.
We tend to forget that we are dust, mere mortals, puffs of wind, and passing shadows. For all of our grand plans and mighty deeds, each of us is, in the words of Macbeth, “a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.”
Or are we? We are “as grass,” and our marks on the world are washed away like sandcastles by ocean waves. While our time upon life’s stage passes in the blink of an eye, this does not diminish our significance to God. We are mere mortals, but we are mortals who matter. God cares for the dust and has fashioned it into a living reflection of the divine image. And God comes to us, clothed in a dusty body, to show how beloved we mere, dusty mortals truly are.
MOVING FORWARD: Think of a small act of kindness—something that might have only amounted to a puff of wind—that changed your life. Share that story with someone you love today
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