Wither Away

"A voice says, 'Cry out.' And I said, 'What shall I cry?'

'All people are like grass, and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.'" Isaiah 40:6-8

I found certain comedy amidst an unexpected place, within these verses. All does wither like grass. It springs up and withers again and again. It had me thinking, "What is the point of it all?" My choices, my values, my possessions will wither away. Why was I worrying about anything at all?

All that seemed to matter was the word of God. It was a tragic comedy, the greatest story.