The only thing that matters


It’s so easy to get caught up in the craziness of life that oftentimes I forget the things that really matter. The pesky little problems in life are small and insignificant but they can seem to big and so troublesome that they’re all I can focus on.

I don’t think I say this enough, but I love the Bible. If you haven’t read it, you really should. And I don’t mean from cover to cover. Just pick a book. Read Philippians. It’s short and full of joy. Read the Gospels and learn about Jesus. Read Ruth. It’s a beautiful love story that is a symbol of God’s love for us. And if you’re sad or depressed or have forgotten what’s really important in life? Read Psalms.

Psalms is uplifting and encouraging. Whenever I read the Psalms, I always find something that encourages me.

I know recently that I have been really stressed out. More stressed out than I have ever been in my life. The issue mostly revolves around work and me not knowing how to deal with the amount of work I have. But let’s be honest here. It’s just a job, and I don’t want to view my job as my purpose for living. It’s not, and it shouldn’t be. Not ever. Because there are more important things. I have never wanted wealth or recognition or fame (although having enough money to buy groceries now is nice), but Psalm 73:25-26 reminded me of something this morning:

 25 Whom have I in heaven but you?
      I desire you more than anything on earth.
 26 My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak,
      but God remains the strength of my heart;
      he is mine forever.

God is all that matters. He’s the most important person in my life. Our relationship is the priority in my life — or it should be. I need to want closeness with Him more than anything else, more than finances, more than comfort, more than my family . . . . more than publication. More than the realization of my dreams. More than anything means more than anything. And I know I haven’t been there.

In every step of my life, God has never left me. No matter where I was physically or spiritually or emotionally, no matter how many times I failed Him, He has never failed me, and He has promised to keep strengthening me and to always be with me.

Everything else in my life pales in comparison to Him. There’s no one like Him. My best friend. My ally. My eternal supporter who knew my gifts and dreams before He gave them to me. And at the end of everything, when it’s just Him and me, I want Him to tell me that I did a good job. That I kept my perspective right. That I lived the way I was supposed to.

That’s more important than anything else. So maybe I need to start living like it.

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