Terminal Constant

   There are those thing I simply assume will always be. The sun, the sky, spring. Every March I know the world is going to come back to life. It is the constant I can hang on to when winter has left the world dead and miserable. I have a lot of faith in Spring.
  Spring is not really a constant though. Like all other physical things, it is passing away when we meet eternity. This morning I was reading Psalm 102, and verses 25-27 struck me. They read, "In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands. They will perish, but you will remain; they will all wear out like a garment. Like clothing you will change them and they will be discarded. But you will remain the same, and your years will never end." I was reminded about the lack of constants in my life. The seasons are passing things in more ways than one. My constants are terminal, and that is okay. No matter what, I have the assurance that my God is eternal.