Today's Favorite Verse: Hosea 8:7

Today's Favorite Verse: Hosea 8:7
"For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind:it hath no stalk: the bud shall yield no meal: if so be it yield, the strangers shall swallow it up."

I've been thinking of late how I need to be a wise steward of my time. That it is so precious I must invest it in things that last for the eternities. For that would be the wisest investment of my time. Now I see it so with this verse. I could put my time and effort into things that are sown into the wind. That which is sown to the wind is not enduring or of an eternal nature. It's like departing from the principles of truth and cleaving to darkness and wickedness. There is no substance of a lasting nature. There is no lasting happiness. What is sown to the wind is what you reap, nothing. The price that is paid is there is no substance or anchor to ground you. The whirlwinds can carry you away.

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Today's Favorite Verse: Job 30:15

Today's Favorite Verse: Job 30:15
"Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud."

I found this quote by Brigham Young referencing this verse and pondered on it.

"Man is a mystery to himself, and but few of the inhabitants of the earth inquire into their own organization - their being, their capacity, or even into principle. The nations of the earth come and go, and every person of reflection discerns a deep mystery in man. There is a spirit in man, and that spirit is more or less enlightened and instructed by a superior spirit; yet the hearts of men are absorbed in the things of time, and they wear out their lives in their efforts to preserve them. This is the reason why so many pass like a cloud. They are here; they take no thought only to subsist as long as they can, and they are gone forever."  (Brigham Young, Nature of Man, 3 July 1859)

I could not help but set this in my day. How I see people like the wind, no substance but all the hot air of ignorance on a variety of topics they know not all the facts. They pursue those without their same opinions and torment them and rip them apart without any heart or sign of affection. This is all written in the cloud and soon passes until they fall upon their next pry. How soon man can forget who they really are. I have in my own way been there, and know what a temptation this can be.


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