You keep asking God what you’re supposed to do with your life. What if that isn’t the first question?
I began this book a year before my eldest son left for college. Two days before he left, its final chapter—the one about the purpose of life—was still blank. I had been asking the question for thirty years. I had it wrong the whole time.
Not more advice. Not a verse on a card. Something a person could keep and come back to, something that still holds at two in the morning when a friend asks what you actually believe and why.
And this is eternal life: that they know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom You have sent.