“I won’t always be here…”

The look accompanying those words penetrated his heart like a .44 Cal bullet slicing through a ripened watermelon…   He knew they were more than just words.

They were not words spoken in anger… not spoken in sadness, only spoken as a matter of fact…   “I wont always be here…”  The words felt somehow prophetic…  but gently so.

Simple words that seemed to hold no real meaning beyond the surface but…  they took root in the heart of the hearer.

“I wont always be here…”

It’s true you know.

You wont always be here either.

“Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. Wha ” t is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” James 4:14