And I think about this life—how it rusts. How it collects dusts. How people steal from us. How when we are gone, there’s nothing here we miss, and our stuff is relegated to trash bins and auctions. How so much in our lives is precious yet how much of it is rubble and ash. But in both God remains. How it’s all His. How we’re all His. Jesus over everything. From Genesis 1 until the end.
