Patty and I are busy planting flowers. Each day we walk around our home checking the progress of each plant. We want to make sure there are no problems. In a few weeks we will be checking for flowers. All too soon it will be fall and the flowers will be gone.
I conducted a funeral last week for a dear saint in our church. One of the scriptures the family requested was from Isaiah 40:
All people are grass,
their constancy is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
when the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
surely the people are grass.
I am convinced that God checks on each of us just as Patty and I check our flowers.