Life is vanity that is the life we think matters. All our striving and building and self-satisfaction is an illusion. Illusions get us through the day, but every now and then something happens. There we stand naked and dripping wet in tears and laughter.
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We don’t find life’s meaning in the barns we build or fields we harvest or accolades we receive. All that is just gloss. We are merely seekers of the Life. And at the end the best that can be said of any of us is that we loved well.
We don’t find life’s meaning in the barns we build or fields we harvest or accolades we receive. All that is just gloss. We are merely seekers of the Life. And at the end the best that can be said of any of us is that we loved well.
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Every now and then the clutter of our living parts and God peeks through reminding us what really matters and the meaning or purpose of our existence. We aren’t the makers of life. We don’t create meaning. We are the messengers. We are the instruments through which God has voice. This is our purpose, our task, and, yes, even our risk. This is our destiny. Everything else is but vanity.
Every now and then the clutter of our living parts and God peeks through reminding us what really matters and the meaning or purpose of our existence. We aren’t the makers of life. We don’t create meaning. We are the messengers. We are the instruments through which God has voice. This is our purpose, our task, and, yes, even our risk. This is our destiny. Everything else is but vanity.
2 comments:
Hello!
I found your blog via Powersnow and I must say I like it. This one was especially good because the picture from the Graveyard of the Fireflies fit very well with the title. Nice work with the deep thoughts and poetry as well!
we're indeed blessed to be a blessing.
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