May the rising vapor of morning remind me that my life is such—a vapor that lasts but a moment—fleeting.
May the intensifying blush remind me that the color of my life is in direct response to the Son’s rising in my life—growing.
May the increasing light of morning remind me that Your presence is ever surrounding— abounding as I struggle here below—persevering.
May the setting of the sun remind me of my limits and that hours spent ought to be well spent for they will surely end—humbling.
May the brilliant reds and oranges fading into indigo remind me that the best I have to offer is nothing that will last—ending.
And may the last thinning rays remind me that though darkness comes, Light is on the other side of things—rejoicing.
This is so dear to my heart as well. Our lives are not truly our own.
Yes, but hard to live consistent with that knowledge.