I have noticed
that some people spend a lot of money on toys (women have collections). Now, I
like toys. I would love to have a street rod, a power boat, a snowmobile, a
motorcycle, etc. I could enjoy all those things. There was a time I wanted to
have a Plymouth Prowler. I remember in 1977 I wanted a black Trans Am soooo
badly I could taste it. I had a plan to accomplish this, too. But, it never
happened. I got married instead.
I have also
noticed that people on their death bed never ask me about their toys or
collections. I have never had a guy say, “Would you drive my ’67 Camero by the
window so I can see it one more time.” That strikes me as kind of silly. It
seems the people in their lives are more important.
Just living for
pleasures, satisfying their wicked hearts, doesn’t satisfy. At the end of life
they discover how shallow it really was.
I like my stuff,
but that is not the purpose of my life. I would enjoy a nice toy, but that is
not what I live for. Money is a tool, not a goal.
God blesses me
and gets all the credit for it. He even gives me an “I love you” once in a
while. He is the main point of my life. All the other stuff is just that.
Stuff.
“Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been
wanton; ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter.” James 5:5.
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Kevin T Boekhoff
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