Nancy and I walk at the mall. I look at signs. (I look at Nancy, too, but don’t tell her.)
And then I read closer. Apparently, if I stop counting the minutes and just enjoy the phone, I’ll be protected from overage.
I think there’s probably some merit in that thought. When I spend inordinate amounts of time trying to save minutes, I end up just feeling more exhausted, older. On the other hand, when I relax and live, listening in conversations, concentrating, being attuned…wow, I feel younger just thinking about it.
Maybe that’s why Jesus encouraged his followers to become like little children. Not childish, mind you, just curious, engaged.
Not counting minutes.