The month of April is bittersweet.
On one hand, it’s the month Rachel & I were married, it’s the month I gave my life to the Lord, it’s the month my parents were married… but on the other hand, it’s tax time.
This morning as part of my daily Scripture reading, I read Numbers 33 about the death of Moses’ brother Aaron. God ordained a specific time & place for him to die and even told him about it beforehand. And basically, once Moses & Aaron kicked off, the people of Israel were able to cross the Jordan River and conquer what is now known as the land of Israel.
At the Downing house, we pay someone to prepare our taxes for us. So getting our taxes done isn’t typically a stressful ordeal. The part that I hate is seeing how much we’ve given away or saved compared to how much we spent. It’s that death-like certainty of the exact dollars and cents that drive me crazy. It’s just never quite adds up to what we intended or hoped for.
And in the end, I rationalize it. And I move on but never really move forward. It makes me wonder what in my life needs to be put to death so I can start to make progress instead of just staying busy.
