Evening — August 17 — Psalm 103:15,16

As for man, his days are like grass—he blooms like a flower of the field; when the wind passes over, it vanishes, and its place remembers it no more. — Psalm 103:15,16Your days are like grass; you flourish like a flower, then the wind passes and you're gone. Teach us to number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom. What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul? The grass withers, the flower fades, but God's word stands forever. Your life is a vapor; make it count.