In His Hand

I chose some of the smallest blooms I saw in Idaho to illustrate the point from Psalm 103:

As for man, his days are like grass,
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.

BUT from EVERLASTING TO EVERLASTING
the LORD'S love is with those who fear Him.
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According to that scripture, our days are not, in the grand scheme of things, much longer than the short season of a flower. Our days are not numbered as much more than a bloom or a fleeting vapor. What is man that God would even notice? Well, He knows each one of us by name, the number of our days, and the number of hairs on our head!

Even if no one remembers us generations after our season on earth,
we can take comfort in knowing God says,
"I have written your name on my hand."
Isaiah 49:16