It has been hard. Some days I am my bright and chipper self, and some days I am not. This entire week has been a week full of hard. I am crushed under the weight and the pressure of all the things I’ve piled into my life. It has become like a drawer full of overflowing socks and underwear.
So I asked myself three questions today.
What am I doing here?
God put me here.
Why am I here?
God designed and created me, He thought me up, and made me be. He wanted me, and He wants me to want Him, to choose Him. I am here to live. I am here to choose. Here is just the questions before an eternity of living or dying. With God or without Him?
What really matters?
God, the others He created, and love.
Nothing else beyond this matters, but somehow all the elses become so much more important. They become the plots of our lives. They create the stress and the worry, when all life really needs to be is just… simple.