Keeping your grass mowed is an exercise in futility.  My neighbor has an acre of grass adjoining our property.  He spends hours every week keeping it mowed.  To me it is an exercise in futility.  I usually hire someone to keep our grass mowed.  I really want to convert most of our grass to a garden.  I just don’t know how to do that.  I will learn though.  I think we will attract more birds if we convert our grass to gardens.  I don’t know what it is with most Americans:  they take pride in have a nicely cut lawn.  I just think it is silly.  I would rather let most of my grass convert naturally to meadows.

Things really don’t matter.  When it comes down to it, material possessions don’t matter.  Sure, we ought to take care of them when we are here on this earth.  We can’t take them with us when we die.

So what really matters if it is not things?  And what is really left when the Lord takes us?  The love we have shared with one another.  The memory others have of us after we go.

So why do we spend so little time on developing our relationships with others while we are here?

I do not really have an answer to that.  Except our priorities seem to be skewed.  When everything is taken from us what is left even when we can’t get around so well as often happens when we get up there in age?

Maybe the time and love we have shared with others and spent developing during our lifetime.  Our roots with one another.  Why do some people spend so little time on that?!  I am as guilty as others.

In poor countries with a lot less than we have some people appear to be a lot happier then we are surrounded by wealth.  It is just some food for thought.

Happiness is not commensurate with wealth otherwise Americans would be at the top of the list.  And they are not.