Are you really aging?

You're more than a fading picture on the wall.

MAN REFLECTS GOD

As I was dusting our family pictures, I was suddenly overcome by fear. Was this how I would end up one day—as only a picture on someone's wall? Maybe no one would even know who I was. As I stood there with tears running down my cheeks, I realized in a sentimental moment I had been caught off guard. I had been tricked into believing what I was looking at; that I was nothing more than a fleshly being whose life and passing were just a small item in the march of time.

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