And then he offers his own answer: "You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes."
I guess he wasn't into sugarcoating.
When I think of a mist, the words that come to mind are fragile and temporary.
This morning at church we prayed for a boy with leukemia, my mother-in-law battling cancer, and others who were victims of car accidents.
A good friend was recently diagnosed with celiac disease.
Our oldest child, Caleb, is experiencing chronic fatigue and brain fog.
But even with so much infirmity in our circle, it is somewhat amazing that there isn't more - considering how fragile the human body is.
Each and every one of us.
As fragile as our bodies are, though, we humans somehow manage to maintain a daily illusion that we are in control of our futures and we are immortal.
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