Right now, my eyes are heavy and sweet sleep is calling my name.

I am writing this on a borrowed laptop, as we camp out in a nine year old's room while he sleeps on the couch.

This is life on the road for the Shirleys.

The past couples weeks have been filled with incredible experiences, really good food and even better company.

But as our time passes Matt and I find ourselves praying about the future and endeavoring to hold all things loosely.

This time is conjuring in me a belief that grows more firm with each passing day.

Jesus is enough. He is sufficient.

There is nothing that you can add to the Gospel to make it anymore beautiful or compelling. As Paul says, "Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am chief." (1 Timothy 1:15)

This is the truth I am willing to spend my life on. It is the only thing worth spending our lives on.

We get to do this once. Living, breathing, loving, speaking, acting, laughing, crying. And then it's gone and what lies beyond is eternity.

So let me ask you this:

So what if you're not the prettiest?

So what if you're not the most successful?

So what if you don't have the ideal house, family, or car?

Our lives are but a vapor and the wrinkles will come, the success will fade, the house will crumble, the family will change, and the car will rust.

But the Gospel...the Gospel is the constant. God poured Himself out for us so that we could live. He lavished His love upon sinful man so that we might have hope, so that we might share hope.

I was reading an article recently that criticized people for being "addicted to hope," implying that because of their addiction they were willing to give beyond their means. Their hope may have been placed in something false but it got me thinking.

According to Romans 5, the hope that comes as a result of the love that has been poured into our hearts because of the sacrifice Jesus made will never disappoint. Because I believe this wholeheartely, the way I live my life may look foolish to some. But because God so lavishly poured His love upon me how can I help not pouring out my life for Him in return?

I long to hear Him say, "Well done, good and faithful" because this life is nothing compared to what lies beyond those words.

And I hope in your heart, there's an inkling that might long for the same.