I think about it all the time. It doesn’t seem fair. It doesn’t seem right. I try to make the equation work, but it doesn’t. They don’t give you the time of day. They couldn’t care less about your law. They are proud of their pride. they are so arrogant their tongues strut. They mock your existence. They scoff at your boundaries. They not only make threats, they resort to violence. Their boasting is their bling. I usually swallow my questions, but I’m roaring inside. It makes me tired to think about it, and it does make my obedience seem like a waste. They seem to have little trouble. They seem to seldom suffer. But I do! And while I suffer, they are fat and happy. Then in my confusion It hit me. This is but a moment, a dream, a mist, a vapor, a quick passage through a temporary place. This is not my home. This is a journey toward home. They think this is home, but this is not home. Please guide me on my way. Please hold me with your hand. And when I am weary and my heart is about to fail and my reserves of strength are gone, please help me to remember that they have ease and riches but I have you, And you will be my strength and portion forever.

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Truly God is good to Israel, to those who are pure in heart. But as for me, my feet had almost stumble, my steps had nearly slipped. For I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. Psalm 73:1-3

Do you ever feel as if obeying God isn’t worth it because those who don't follow him seem to be succeeding? But what is the error in this sort of thinking?

How regularly do you remind yourself that you have not yet reached your final home?

For further study and encouragement, read Luke 16:19-31