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.-Psalm 103:15-16, NIV
Yesterday, we celebrated Ash Wednesday. It is a day when we are reminded of our mortality.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
We are reminded of our finitude. That we will have an ending in this life. It is a time for sober self-examination. Repentance as well.
“Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.”
Working with seniors and having worked in hospice, in particular, has given me perspective. It has helped bring clarity to my priorities.
Encountering death has a way of doing that.
As faithful spouses, we often struggle with the injustices of our situations. It bothers us how our cheaters seem to glide off into the sunset seemingly without consequence. It is not right!
But I come back to our mortality.
What legacy does a cheater leave behind him or her?
What a sad ending awaits these people. The legacy of destruction they leave is nothing short of shameful.
True, it may not bother some. But that still is a sad ending.
They have become a person dead to their own self-harm as that is what adultery is: Self-Harm.
The two become one in marriage. So, harming one spouse means you harm yourself.
Life is short.
Amen. I have to cling to this, DM, because my X blithely moves through life with the care free spirt of Huck Finn. The tornado of misery he left is not on his radar.
Ironically, in an ill advised argument with him, I actually said, What did you do all this for? What did you gain? A handful of dust.
He does not show any insight into his actions. I may as have been attempting to jostle a box of hair into self reflection.