To Be Least

Life. It is strange that one moment we are stressed out over little things of a moment, yet seem to place other more eternally important things behind. I think as a culture we tend to place things and doings of this world above what really matters when your on the death bed. If you were to meet your maker tomarrow, all the worries you could possibly have would seem tiny and insignificant. As much as bring in the paycheck, or [for me] completing homework may seem as a high priority, it somehow seems to nudge your time with God out of the schedule. Do not get me wrong, I am not saying to skip work or school to spend time with God and neglect feeding your family by means of the paycheck. But surely, we can make reading the Bible, praying, ect. a part of our life every day.

Most likely, a lot of you already do this, which I would give you a loud round of applause.

Good night and God bless.