As promised, God spoke in a still, small whisper — through the actions of two little girls delivering sunflowers to Great-Grandpa’s grave on a September afternoon. (See previous post, “God … Among the Weeds” for more details).
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.
But from everlasting to everlasting
the LORD’s love is with those who fear him,
his righteousness with their children’s children.