“Let me know how transient I am” (Psalm 39:4b NASB).
Transient. Tran·sient. /tranSHənt,-ZHənt,-zēənt/. Lasting only for a short time; impermanent.
It’s funny, I grew up with the verse I quoted above. It was one of the many chapters my family memorized. It didn’t hit me in the face until Saturday, though, because I grew up with the King James Version (which uses the word “frail” in place of “transient”), and I didn’t hear this particular version until then.
It’s funny, my dad once told me concerning a season of life (this season of life, in fact; although he said it some nearly four years ago) that I was transient. It made sense then and it makes sense now; it’s been coming up a lot lately in my thoughts concerning a possible relocation to Seattle. Then Saturday and this version of this verse.
Of course, I have a sense that this life is transient. It will not last. I understand that. I live that.
But I am transient in this life too. I may do something for a season that I don’t in the following season. I may move once, upwards of two times, or never again. I may never be in one place or one season very long.
Transience is one of my only givens.
I have learned my transience. I have learned not to settle, and have learned that what may be one day may not be the next. I have learned about change and that I am a creature subject to change. I have learned because God has let me know.
And He will continue letting me know, because I am, guys.
I am transient.