As I took a quick look at the next two verses in Psalm 90,
I could not believe it! There was the word, “dream.”
"You sweep them away as with a flood;
they are like a dream,
like grass that is renewed in the morning:
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
in the evening it fades and withers."
Think of a village tucked at the bottom of a mountain.
The rain falls, the water gathers together, and suddenly,unexpectedly,
the village vanishes under flood waters. Mount St. Helen’s erupts, the side
of the mountain slides off and shoots down into the valley sweeping away
everything in its path. How about the fire storm that suddenly swept into
Moses says that this is what we are like: a dream, grass, flowers.
God simply breathes and we vanish. It is like we never existed.