The bay beach has changed configuration so that the dock next door is now exposed and dry.  I can walk under it and barely dampen my feet.  Its builder cut plans too close, and failed to take into account changing beach patterns.  I’m reminded of the Biblical farmer who delayed participation in Christ’s Kingdom until he had accumulated riches in massive barns, making certain he finally had ‘enough’.  But then he died before he could commit to God.  Too often we build for the moment, ignoring the future, ending up with wasted structures that are worthless and almost comic.  Help me, Lord, to consider always the eternity in the moment, accomplishing those tasks which will add to your kingdom.  May all that I build be pleasant in your sight, now and forever. Amen.


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