What really matters in life?

I’ve wondered for a long time what the best thing to do with my short life is. Sometimes I’ve thought that there really isn’t anything worth living for. And there isn’t--at least not in this world. But recently, over these past few months, I’ve been discovering what really matters in life. It is not fame, not popularity, not good looks, not brains, nor talents, nor anything else that this culture that I live in applauds as ‘most important’ in life. It is not "smart" by our standards, nor is it conspicuous and lauded by many. What really matters is God. Our whole existence here on earth revolves around knowing Him, loving Him, serving Him, trusting Him, and making Him known to others. It has been said that the only things here on earth that will last forever are God’s Word, and the souls of men. And it is true. God’s Word, according to Hebrews 4:12, is, "living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart." Also, "all Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man [or messenger] of God may be competent, equipped for every good work." (2 Timothy 3:16) God’s Word is Truth, and it is Truth that needs to reach the hearts of all men, that they may know Him and believe in Him. I am coming to realize just how much I take this Word, these Holy out-breathings of God, for granted. I have the Truth in my own language! But there are so many who don’t! They don’t know the Truth, so the truth can’t set them free! They are bound in darkness, without someone to bring them the light of God’s Truth! I will go to them. They are hungry, they are searching, they are groping in the darkness, and I know the Light. By the power of Christ in me, I can be a vessel for His glory to share the hope of the gospel with them. I think it just hit me. Up to this point I have not fully understood what being a missionary is all about. I just thought, "There’s no way that I can do this! I don’t have what it takes!" But I just realized that its not about me. I am simply the jar of clay that hides the glorious power of the Holy Spirit. I just die to myself; I surrender my rights, my life, my all. And God’s Truth (aided by His Spirit) goes forth into the hearts of the people and brings forth fruit. His Word will NOT return to Him void. It will accomplish His purpose. He will draw them to Himself. My part is simply to lay myself on the altar, as a living sacrifice and let Him use me to spread His Truth to the world. Here Am I, Send Me. I am ready and willing to go.