Does this really matter?

If God walked into your house and said, “Tomorrow, everything in your life that you do not thank Me for today is going to be taken away,” what would be on your list? What’s truly important? Make a list. Consider the things you’ve put on it. Ask yourself, “Does this really matter?”

Green grass.

There is a particular man in my town who has perhaps one of the most beautifully manicured, lush green lawns I have seen—it certainly stands out amid all the others in the neighborhood. So I wondered, how did he get it to be in this fantastic state? The lawn next door to his doesn’t look nearly as good, and the …

McEasyway’s.

There is nothing quite as impressively delicious as a pasta sauce made entirely from scratch, having slowly simmered all day. It has a robust flavor unlike any other. Nor is there a homemade chicken soup, nor a crockpot roast, nor a fresh baked pie that doesn’t reign far and above anything found in the center aisles of the grocery store or handed to …

I don’t like driving.

I don’t like driving. I’m ashamed to admit that it’s been a challenge of my humanity—it really has. People either drive too quickly (inches from my bumper), or too slowly (30 in the 65 mph zone); they are overly cautious, or dangerously reckless. I don’t know how many times I have had to apologize to God for angry thoughts I …

Grudge.

Grudge. What a terribly ugly thing. In fact, what a terribly ugly word. Say it aloud. “Grudge.” It’s sounds so rough and heavy and uncomfortable. It’s a word that feels dark and guttural, almost as if doesn’t want to loosen up from the depths of us and be spat out of our mouths—like it’s a sticky, tar-like parasite that has …