I noticed a yellow-y-green hue across the paddock, while I
was busy taking photos of the bright blossoms on the fruit trees. Must be just those little yellow clover
flowers, I thought. But I walked over to have a look, and it was not those
common flowers. Instead, there were hundreds, or maybe thousands, of these
tiny, intricate fly-catcher-type plants. They were so miniature, and so
detailed, with perfectly round drops of sticky stuff on their many tips.
(By this point you’ve probably realized that I’m not
practiced at detailed descriptions, and I’ll leave you to study the photos to
see what I’m talking about.)
A couple of days later, as I was reading in Isaiah, I came
upon these verses: “The grass withereth, the flower fadeth… surely the people
is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall
stand for ever.” Isaiah 40:7-8 I’d always understood these verses as saying:
life is fragile and short; we wither and fade just like flowers and grass. Of
course, that’s still true, but on this particular morning, I saw something
different.
There’s a contrast presented between the short life of
flowers and grass, and God’s word which lasts forever. It says the people is
grass. So it could read: People will fail you. They will fade and wither, not
be there for you anymore. Even friends you thought would be there always;
they’re still grass, maybe they won’t. But, don’t worry, because God’s word is
always going to be there for you; always, and forever, and for eternity. You
can rely on it, you can build your hopes on it, you can live your life by it,
because it will never change; it’s solid.
So many things in today’s world, even people, are like
grass. They’re transitory, they don’t last, they’re there one moment, and gone
the next. We’ve got to have an anchor, something we can grip on to when
everything else we know is perishing, shaking and falling apart. There’s only
One, and His immutable word that we can trust, that lasts forever, that we can
hold on to and know with a surety that He won’t pass away like grass, or
whither like flowers. “Lo,” He assures us, “I am with you always, even unto the
end of the world.” (Matthew 28:20)
P.s Happy November! I can't believe it's here already. What have you got planned for this month?
