crazy...

sometimes i start reading a book, and very few pages into it, i realize that it's really not going to be a walk in the park...

this week's kick in the butt book is crazy love by francis chan, and at the top of page 40, he defines two words that i have used way too often in my life:

worry implies that we don't quite trust that God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what's happening in our lives.

stress says that the things we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace toward others, or our tight grip of control.

he goes on to say that the point of our lives is to point to God. and i am left haunted by the question, in the midst of my daily mundane-ness, who does my life point to? sadly, it is far too often no one but myself...