I woke up yesterday morning singing a song that my enormously gifted friend Geron Davis wrote: "In The Presence of Jehovah." It had been awhile since I woke up singing. It felt really good. An unexpected gift from the Giver of good things.
God is all that really matters, you know. The kind of car you drive, how big your house is or how much money you have in the bank--none of that really matters. It's all temporal. You can't take it with you when you die.
Why, then, do we strive so hard for it all?