Photo challenge: Old

A tiny grave in an old graveyard…  Back in 1932 parents weeped on what should have been a joyful ocassion.  Our lives, if counted in days, are much longer than baby Bonnie’s.  Yet, how soon those days go by…  As Psalm 90 says:

Our days may come to seventy years,
or eighty, if our strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,
for they quickly pass, and we fly away…
Teach us to number our days,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

And so… as I contemplate this old grave I pray for wisdom as the psalmist did…  wisdom to live each day in God’s presence and knowledge, in His eternal will.