I tend to be introspective to the point of morbidity sometimes. At times I even turn my gaze inward to the point of outward inaction. On rare occasions I find that this pays off. Most of the time it is simply an indulgence in which I waste time and effort. Honestly it is a sin. One I struggle with constantly.
But tonight I was thinking about certain things. Taking a kind of mental inventory of sorts. I realized that I waste a lot of my time. Vain pursuits, mindless hours, uselessness. It was then that this thought struck me. “I am not afraid of death, but I am terrified of living in vain.”
That is it. Simple and yet staggeringly sobering. What am I doing? Is my life being lived the way God intended me to live? I have many things that I must change for that to be totally true. But as of now I am a little more on track. How about you?