Remembering Our Place

This is from Isaiah 40:6-8:

“All men are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.
the grass withers and the flowers fall,
because the breath of the Lord blows on them.”

Compared to God we are as transient and inconsequential as wild grasses that live only for a short season. All our “glory” — our buildings, books, songs, stories, arguments, knowledge — are as weightless to God as a wildflower that topples in a breeze.

It’s good to remember our place. We are not the source or arbiter of Truth. We can’t presume to make final and timeless judgements about anything. We can at our best bloom for our brief season, turning our faces to soak up and reflect the light of Him who made us.