dust.

“For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.” Psalm 103:14.

Last night, Angela got a depressing phone call from her boyfriend, Ryan. His friend, Greg, passed away. The background of the story is even sadder. Last week, Greg’s younger brother who suffered from depression tried to kill their mother. Their father, a cop, had his gun and shot the kid. A few days later, Greg was drinking with his friends and popped a pill. He never woke up. These parents went from having two, 20-something year old boys to none in one week.

It’s moments like these that wake us up. Life suddenly gets so real that it feels unreal. I don’t know any of the people involved, but it is still heartbreaking. Thinking about all of this is just a reminder of the possibility of death. It’s funny that we often forget that it happens. God remembers that our frame is dust, but do we?