The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree, he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Those who are planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God. They shall still bear fruit in old age; they shall be fresh and flourishing, to declare that the Lord is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteous in Him Psalm 92:12-15
Father, grant me the grace to remain planted in your house and to flourish and bear fruit in my old age.
“But Jack, you’re not old.” Your right but if I do not develop an attitude of expectation and claim this promise now, I feel certain I will be overwhelmed by the sense of entitlement and “woe is me” attitude that so often comes with age. I want nothing more than to finish well.
Seeking to flourish till I die,
Your brother Jack
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