A good friend loaned it me. It has a cool cover. It’s subtitled “what I learned while editing my life.” All reasons to read a book. In the end, here’s why I needed to read Don Miller’s A Million Miles in a Thousand Years (and why I was unable to put it down):
Because I needed to realize that boredom is just fear when it gets lazy.
Because I needed to see God as a watchful and sovereign storyteller.
Because I needed to learn that the only way to keep my dreams from being exhausting is to recognize that they’re God’s.
Because I needed to learn that it’s hopeless to seek resolution this side of heaven. Especially in the Hallmark card section at Walgreens.
Because I needed to learn that trying to be interesting borders on blasphemy.
Because I needed to learn that pain shapes purpose. And that they are both unique to each of us.
Because I needed to hear that story is something recovered.
Because I needed to learn that the word “couch” was probably invented because “where apathy, lethargy, and atrophy live” took too long to say.
Because (as a husband and father) I needed to understand the power of creating memorable scenes for my family to remember.