What Really Matters

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Houses.

Cars.

They’re important.

We need places to live.

Places to eat and sleep in.

Places to talk and laugh in.

A way to get to our jobs.

A way to go where we need to go.

We could make a longer list of things that are important to our lifestyles, but what is most important?

Many years ago, my husband’s parents and younger brother survived the direct hit of a tornado to their property.

As we drove to another state to get to them, we were not concerned about a house.

We were not worried about cars, furniture, televisions or appliances.

Our concern was for the lives of our loved ones.

Were they okay?

That was what mattered.

I spend a tremendous amount of time working to afford things in my life.

Things like a house and a car.

A cell phone and a computer.

Stuff like that.

But what do I really care about?

My family.

My friends.

Do I spend a good bit of my time showing love and concern for them?

If they are more important to me than houses or cars, why wouldn’t I be devoting moments to nurturing our relationships?

Maybe it’s time to reevaluate my priorities.

Wash my car or call a struggling friend?

Clean the garage or attend my son’s ballgame?

What really matters, anyway?

I pray that your love will overflow more and more, and that you will keep on growing in knowledge and understanding.  For I want you to understand what really matters, so that you may live pure and blameless lives until the day of Christ’s return.

–Philippians 1:9-10

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