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Monday, July 23, 2012
What Matters
The other morning, while reading in George Beverly Shea's book: "How Sweet the Sound," he considered the song, "These Are the Things That Matter." The author, Arthur Smith, 1951, wrote the words when their son was born.
"A heart that's concerned for a fellow man,
An ear that will hear and will understand;
An eye that will look for the best in a man;
These are the things that matter.
"To know that this life is for such a short time,
And to know there's a God and to know He's divine;
To know that He walks beside you all the time;
These are the things that matter."
In the same flavor as my recent post, "Soul Searching," this song has prompted me to consider what I believe matters. It will be different for each of us.
For my life the first thing that really matters is that I consistently live for and love God with all my heart. As it says in Mark 12:28: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength."
The second most important thing that matters is that my family members are saved by God's grace. I will pray for this until the day I go to my heavenly home.
The third thing most important in my life is that I do what God has gifted me to do.
There truly is nothing else that really matters in my life. If I do these things I will live the life God created me for and everything else will fall into place according to His plan.
Big Boy is coming in each evening to get some loving. After 15 or 20 minutes, he lays down on the afghan and enjoys a nap before heading outside for the night. What a life!
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