Just a moment, just a twinkling of an eye, and I’ll be gone. Forgotten. A mere breath. A shadow.
At first, I feel completely insignificant. A speck of nothingness before the vastness. I feel that empty sinking feeling of gazing into the galaxies beyond number, containing billions and even trillions of stars in each galaxy. In light of the immeasurable creation, I am less than a blink.
With the Psalmist I acknowledge, the utter evanescence of my existence. The Psalmist beholds the glory of God and the vapor of human life together. Instead of despair, he finds hope.
And now, O Lord, for what do I wait?
My hope is in you. Ps 39:7.
This little prayer, prayed ages ago is still ringing, singing in my ears.
Oh what cause for joy! I am so minuscule, so minor, so fleeting, and yet, I am here. In His good pleasure, He did create me. He sang His life into me and my heart still pounds with the dance.
The God beyond measure gathers me, you, and all His people up in His love, His grace, His utterly surprising creation.
Yes, we are frail and fading, but we are here in this blink, this breath, this shadowed moment. So we rejoice, we rest in Him.
We hope. We trust that He remembers us and will remember us and will remember us and will continue remembering us as we rise, in just a moment, to the fullness of His glory.
Sliding Shadow image by Annalisa Antonini (used by permission by Creative Commons).