“I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.”

You walk through a world of shadows,
but not as one without light.

Your days are brief,
like the mist on morning fields,
but they are given to you as a gift
holy, irreplaceable, and numbered by God.

Let each sunrise remind you:
you are a traveler, not a possessor.
Let each sunset remind you:
all striving finds its rest in Him.

Do not fear the passing of time.
Fear only a day lived without love,
or a moment surrendered to distraction
instead of presence.

Let the fleetingness of life
make you gentler,
braver,
and more grateful.

Let death your quiet companion
teach you to cherish the living,
to mend what is broken,
to behold beauty even when it aches,
and to hope beyond what you can see.

Tempus fugit, but Christ holds all your days.
Dust returns to dust,
but your spirit returns to the One who breathed it.

Remember your end,
that you may walk wisely.
Remember your hope,
that you may walk joyfully.
Remember your Savior,
that you may walk unafraid.

Memento mori
and live.


Hey tell me did my words reach you


I'll go on with the hope that you are doing well where ever you are.