It occurs to me that most people arguably speak as though our language is filled with finite expressions.
Finite: having limits or bounds; (verb) having a specific tense, number, and person.
I won’t make this long, just know that my love of language goes deep.
It’s why I choose to allow my heavenly Father to bless me “exceeding abundantly” rather than “exceedingly abundantly” . It’s my choice.
Our lives are finite, only if we neglect to leave a legacy. I choose to leave a legacy. I don’t enjoy finite.
I choose to plant perennials over annuals. You get it. Step out of the finite and plant something that only you can in the fading world. I dare you.
From the Desk of an Author 