I’ve talked about my struggle with busyness before. It’s never been worse than during my days as a youth pastor. I wasn’t sleeping, wasn’t eating well, and never slowed down. I was dying inside because I had no idea that my greatest calling was to love my neighbor and greatest responsibility was to care for myself.
I failed to see the great need for cultivating a relationship with my wife and my children. Because of my lack of boundaries and an unwillingness to tell people “no”, I was keeping the people who loved me the most at a distance.
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