The pickup truck was a 56 GMC. Dad just bought it on payments and I was a four- year- old kid standing on the seat, waiting for him to get in and drive home and show off that new truck.
That truck is long gone and so is Dad. Just a memory from 64 years ago is all that remains.
Don’t hang unto much because everything that this world gives doesn’t last.
How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.
Life goes by quickly so make sure your Creator has a significant part in each and every endeavor.
Give it some thought.
Gary