Be Caref l

Some days I explore, some days I drift and call it exploring.

Don't lie to yourself - what are you building? What will be here in 50 years? What will be here in 100 years?

Your house will fall, your line will dry up. And your legacy just might be flowers in abandoned tick filled fields.

And here is an interesting thing about life, you don't get to know your legacy, not in full, not here. The countless interactions you have with the world around are changing you, and you are changing it.

And every now and then you stumble across a random, unexpected, and out of place wildflower. Someone walks by seeing you admire the thing, seeing you puzzled, wondering why and how it got here. They smile because they know - they know you helped plant it, they smile because you have no idea.

Maybe they tell you - maybe they don't.

Life is like that, random wildflowers that persist, that grow and are more beautiful than what you are striving for.

You house will fall, you line will dry up, and there will still be wild flowers.

Come thou fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount-I'm fixed upon it-Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer; Hither by Thy help I come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood.

Oh to Grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it , Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it; Seal it for Thy courts above.

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