I feel a bit like the rich young ruler.
Who approached Jesus, desiring to know what he needed to do in order to inherit eternal life. As many of us know, Christ told this man to sell everything he owned and give it all to the poor. But, he couldn't do it. And the rich young ruler departed from Jesus "disheartened, because he had many possessions."
Am I like this rich young ruler?
Have I so allowed the things of this world to define and hem me in that I place more value in their definition of me than my Father's?
Uncomfortable, but painfully necessary questions.