Life is mostly froth and bubble…

It’s about choices, the right ones, the wrong ones – 
We all have to make them.
It breaks us, moulds us, makes us.
“Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.”
We toil, thinking in the end it would be all worthwhile
We give up, forego, and sacrifice all and in the end - the twist in the tale…
The seeds we plant turn into brier and pricks 
The sower who planted the seed – it is not the harvest we expect.
Family, friends betray, bring anguish,
Our world shakes and crumbles around us.
Everything, everyone is froth and bubble.
The world with its ersatz highs have nothing to offer
Nothing is forever.
But He is in control, even when our kingdoms totter.
He is worthy of our sacrifice, He is eternal.
He is all that we need – in Him we have all that we want.
He is closer than blood or water.
“Remember him – before the silver cord is severed,
Or the golden bowl is broken,
Before the pitcher is shattered at the spring,
Or the wheel broken at the well
And the dust returns to God who gave it.” 
When the storm rages, He who said, who will never forsake you 
Is faithful till the end and 
He will never forsake you.