It is a great consolation to me that God “is mindful that we are but dust.” (Ps 103:14 NASB).
Myself, however? I tend to live not only un-mindful of that, but in denial of it. We all prefer to pretend to ourselves that we’re something far more substantial, that we have it together—maybe there’s ups and downs and twists and turns in our stories, but at least we know where they’re going and we are making it happen. But it just ain’t so.
How dusty of us to live denial of our dustiness*