The strain of keeping their household afloat discouraged Larry and Carol. There were bills to pay, kids to pick up from day care, deadlines to meet, quotas to beat, but not much time to enjoy the possessions they had accumulated.
Words from a song haunted Larry: “Like a rat in a maze, the path before me lies. And the pattern never alters, until the rat dies.” He was trapped. He was supposed to be strong. He was supposed to know how to keep everything going. As the U-Haul pulled away, Larry couldn’t quite believe she was actually doing it—Carol was moving out.
The cost of trying to win the rat race is expensive. It will cost everything you really care about.
Until every church disciples every man...
(adapted from the 25th anniv. ed. of The Man in the Mirror)