People are like grass,
They’re as flimsy as wildflowers.
The stalks dry up and the flowers wilt
When the wind of God blows on them.
Surely, people are grass.
The stalks dry up and the flowers wilt,
But what God says is permanent.
We got news yesterday afternoon of the sudden (unexpected) death of an old friend. Aneurism. Fine one day, gone the next.
He was living proof that you don’t have to be rich or famous to make a difference. You just have to show up. Every day. And make coffee.
You get one shot at showing up, standing up, speaking up. You get one chance to be encouraging, inspiring, loving, and gracious.