What a timely read — though, that doesn’t quite seem to capture the impact this had on me.

I’d been pondering a few of these ideas while my son was still in the hospital. In my time of prayer I found myself struggling between what I do and don’t deserve, what is and isn’t important, and should I look back in years to come what would I cherish most. Achievements and reputation paled in comparison to my concern for things I had been freely given — namely, my wife and son.

What a beautiful time, when I come to the end of myself and am able to see clearly…if only for a moment. And it’s in this moment it seems silly to return my attention to the vanities that become my addiction. However, knowing myself, it’s a scenario I will likely struggle through again and again. So I am thankful for a gracious and loving God. I’m a fan of the way Frederick Lehman framed it, “Could we with ink the ocean fill and were the skies of parchment made — were every stalk on earth a quill and every man a scribe by trade — to write the love of God above would rain the ocean dry — nor could the scroll contain the whole tho stretched from sky to sky.”

Thanks for writing this.