Instagram photo by messydaysandnoblewaysWhat is worthy of my pride? My works that will be forgotten? My body that will turn to dust... my estate that will one day be torn down and forgotten?
The *things* of today may feel like they mean everything, but tomorrow, they're rotting in a junk yard. My neighbor's public status is meaningless in the eyes of God. What holds meaning in our tomorrow is our secret life: What we think in secret, what we do in secret, what we pray and present to the Lord without anyone else knowing or being able to consider, value or rate, is what God views as the jewels on our crown. May I remember that Lord, for today and every tomorrow, that what no one else knows of me is what You assess and appraise. čî╗