Life is Short

I feel like the Lord has been talking to me about how short our lives are on the earth and how important it is to let Him carry my burdens (such as my sons) so that I can enjoy the time I have left here and live it to the fullest. I have come to the realization that, although I am certain that God has promised me that my sons will return to Him, it might not happen in my lifetime. I feel old for the first time in my life.


And then this morning, I felt like God gave me parts of Psalm 90:

You turn men back to dust,
saying, “Return to dust, O sons of men.”
For a thousand years in your sight
are like a day that has just gone by,
or like a watch in the night.
You sweep men away in the sleep of death;
they are like the new grass of the morning—
though in the morning it springs up new,
by evening it is dry and withered ...
The length of our days is seventy years—
or eighty, if we have the strength;
yet their span is but trouble and sorrow,
for they quickly pass, and we fly away ...
Teach us to number our days aright,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom ...
Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
for as many years as we have seen trouble.
May your deeds be shown to your servants,
your splendor to their children.
May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us;
establish the work of our hands for us—
yes, establish the work of our hands.

I wonder what the deal is. Is God trying to tell me that I will see the face of Jesus soon? Or is He trying to prepare me for my mother's death?  Or neither one?  Don't know, but I do so want Him to establish the work of my hands every day of life that I have left on the earth.