Breathing out milkweed

EPrata photo

I think milkweed is pretty. I'm tickled by how ephemeral it looks, shining delicately in the sun, and then, poof, the next day the threads are all gone.

Milkweed is an apt illustration of the temporary nature of our days on earth. We usually look to the James verse to make the point (James 4:14) but I got stuck on this Isaiah verse this morning.

Stop trusting in mere humans, who have but a breath in their nostrils. Why hold them in esteem? (Isaiah 2:22)

All the puffs we've already breathed are gone. The next breath is not promised. We only have the breath that's in in our nostrils now.

What will we do for Christ?

How will we live for Him?

Don't take too long to decide.