"As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more."Psalm 103:15-16 tells us so.
Yet we hold on to the things we treasure as long as we can. We immortalize, record, frame, engrave, embalm, enshrine...
The space i occupy will no longer be mine someday. But i hope to make even a dent (for the good) in someone's heart, in someone's life. Just as many have done in mine. I can only do so with the impressions the Lord has written upon my heart.
