You're all I want

I think I'm finally starting to feel what it's like to get really caught up in life, especially from an adult's perspective. It really gets to the point where your self worth or sense of success depends on how much you have life figured out.

Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.

It's too easy to forget that it's God's job to have life figured out, and it's your job to please him and glorify him. If you feel like the world is overwhelming you, you shouldn't feel nearly as panicked as when you're not making God happy.

You're all I want in heaven!
You're all I want on earth!
When my skin sags and my bones get brittle,
God is rock-firm and faithful.

So what I'm going to try to do is take a breather and give God my time. Giving God huge chunks of my time may jeopardize my success by the world's standards. However, after putting things into perspective, I'd rather be running toward God when I fail the world instead of running away from failing the world.

Besides, if I live for God by glorifying him and trying to please him, I'm going to have the best life ever. Living for a Dad who loves you and wants the best for you seems a better way to get through this life than to live for a world that lives by politics and would rather know you by number than by name.