What I do not overvalue I underestimate.

I put that as my Facebook status this morning because the thought hit me like a subway train. I realized that much of what I am today – and where – could be explained by my either overvaluing or underestimating a thing or person.

I never saw myself doing anything but full-time church/ministry work, but I lost that privilege because I underestimated my own propensity for stupid and selfish behavior. Even then, I assumed the day would come that I would return to it. Turns out, I underestimated AND overvalued a few things there.

I recently saw a friendship I thought would last a lifetime disintegrate. I suppose I had overvalued it…and underestimated the toll my orneriness can take on a soul. Then I look around at this little handful of people who have every reason and right to scatter like rats from a sinking ship and yet they don’t (namely, my wife, her family, and my family), and realize I couldn’t possibly overvalue their love…though I might be guilty of underestimating it.

I overvalued that Liberty University theology degree and underestimated how hard it is to switch horses in the middle of the stream.

I have always and forever overvalued the unique deliciousness of a Dr Pepper and underestimated the impact its copious consumption can have on one’s physique.

I probably overvalue my silver 2500 4×4 Dodge Ram he-man pickup truck.

I always underestimate my kids.

I may overvalue my AT&T Uverse TV and Internet service, but I don’t care. It is better than underestimating how much Time/Warner Cable sucks.

It occurs to me that it may be next to impossible to determine the exact value of most of life’s offerings…especially if they are non-material in nature. I further conclude that I would rather overvalue most things than undervalue them. Better to care too much than too little.

If you are the gambling sort, I will set the over/under on this article making any sense at all to the average reader at about 50/50.

Place your bets.


By Gene

I am a lover, a fighter, and a midnight writer. I love football, hamburgers, and philosophical inquiries. I love Jesus more than any of that. I love my wife, my daughters, my grandson, and my English Setters, Huck and Finn. I also love Huck Finn...and other seminal characters in American literature. Like Gus McCrae. I love the English language. I love to dive into the wonders of its depth and splash around in the shallow end where colloquialisms and slang rule and reign.

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