Never again shall yesterday happen. I set out about a week ago and the week’s calendar revealed my weaknesses. Monsters and storms put the fear of God into me; I cannot imagine what August will bring! But I am breathing, and that’s important. My faith grew, too. I am weak, but He is strong.
As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.
I headed for shore yesterday. Low on supplies and full of waste, my feet touched solid ground again. It was wet with fresh tropical rain and a flower celebrated with me.
I said to myself The flower and I won’t be here long, but may we both bless the Lord as long as we’re here! O how I missed the flowers! My soul sang Psalm 103 as I disposed of my waste and replenished my supplies … who knows what August will bring?