Praise the LORD, my soul, and forget not all his benefits—
The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. (Psalms 103:2, 15-16 NIV)
May we flourish like a flower in the sonshine of our Lord. May we be a beautiful blessing to those we come into contact with. Praise the Lord for the non-ending time we will have with him in the near future.