We want more, bigger, better, faster—and it’s killing us!
A friend of mine was in Mexico—he noticed a man fishing. Each morning he’d fish, then take time with his family all afternoon.
My businessman friend asked him, “How much do you make a day?” The fisherman said, “Twenty-five a day.”
“Wow”, my friend said. “If you’d borrow the money, you could get more boats, hire more people and make a thousand dollars a day!”
“Why?” asked the fisherman.
“Well so you could take time off with your family.”
The fisherman replied, “But that’s what I’m doing right now.”
Why do we attempt so much? Why are we racing against the clock to make life count?
You know what? Our lives already count because God loves us.