Several of my children are involved in a theater production of Beauty and the Beast. After one of the performances this week, my youngest daughter was given a bouquet of flowers by a friend. She thinks that they are very beautiful. She wants them to last forever. She said, “I don’t want them to die, … ever.”
We all know that they will die. It’s how flowers are. They are here for a week or two and then their beauty fades and they are gone. We are like flowers.
As for man, his days are like grass;
He flourishes like a flower of the field;
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
And its place knows it no more (Psalm 103:15-16).