1 Timothy 6:17 — Teach those who are rich in this world not to be proud and not to trust in their money, which is so unreliable. Their trust should be in God, who richly gives us all we need for our enjoyment.
There are certain life experiences that should be mandatory. Waiting tables tops the list.
From screaming kids to screaming adults, you’re spit in the face by the entire spectrum of humanity. Truly, all tribes, tongues, and nations depend on you for a refill.
Toward the end of my time as a server, I encountered a woman I would never forget. She was an older woman wearing a T-shirt that read, “When this pandemic is over, I’m still gonna stay 6ft from some of y’all.” I laughed and asked if she meant it.
How she answered was not what I was expecting.
She shared her life with me. In her seventies, she’d lived lavishly. She had every trip, every relationship, and everything she’d ever wanted. She enjoyed food I’d never heard of and brands I could never afford like it was just normal. Her stories were electric and unbelievable.
Then her smile faded.
She told me about hosting parties — like Great Gatsby–style parties with tons of people, loud music, and endless laughter. And how, when it all ended, she was the one left alone. Standing in the silence. Cleaning up the mess.
And she became bitter.
Somewhere along the way, she stopped needing anyone—and eventually stopped leaving room for God too.
So she cut everyone off. She locked the door and said goodbye to the world around her. She became a hermit by choice.
I was baffled.
As she grabbed her to-go bag, I said, “You should come out of the house more.”
She huffed back, “And why should I do that?”
“Because God created you to be a blessing to others,” I replied.
She cut me off. “Oh honey, I know I’m blessed. But I am done.”
That was the last I ever saw of her.
How sad it is to taste everything the world has to offer and still be left cynical, dissatisfied, and alone. That’s the real tragedy. Not that she got her feelings hurt. Not that life disappointed her.
The tragedy is that she was sold a lie—and believed it. She believed pleasure could sustain her. That indulgence could satisfy her. That if she collected enough experiences, she’d finally arrive and somehow feel full.
But those who are rich in this present world are warned not to be arrogant and not to put their hope in wealth, because wealth is so uncertain. Hope is meant to rest in God, who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment.
That truth doesn’t shame pleasure. It puts it in its proper place.
True satisfaction isn’t found in chasing the world’s pleasures—it comes from God, who fills our lives with real joy, wonder, and purpose that never leaves us empty.
God isn’t offering a flashy, hollow life. He offers one that’s grounded and full. He made a breathtaking planet. He wired us for wonder, and He gave us joy. Pleasure was never the problem. Putting our hope in it was.
God isn’t trying to rob your joy. He’s trying to anchor it somewhere it can last.
So hold the good things in your life with open hands. Enjoy them deeply, but don’t ask them to save you. Let your hope rest in the God who gives generously—not in gifts that eventually run out.
That kind of joy doesn’t leave you empty.
It leaves you whole.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
- What are the things in your life that you tend to look to for satisfaction or fulfillment?
- Have you ever achieved or experienced something you thought would satisfy you—but didn’t?
- What’s the difference between enjoying God’s gifts and depending on them for your identity or happiness?
- In what ways might you be placing your hope in something that isn’t meant to carry that weight?
- What would it look like for you to anchor your joy more deeply in God this week?