Abundant Life

What does it mean to have abundant life . . .

Having lots of riches?

Traveling around the world?

Being a famous movie star?

It may mean that to some. But to me it means trusting in God. Knowing that He loves me and will always take care of me . . . no matter what.

Pushing seventy makes me realize just how scary and uncertain life is and how much more I must rely on God. How much more I must focus on taking care of my health. How much more I value the things that matter most in my life.

Peace

Proverbs 14:30

A heart at peace gives life to the body, but envy rots the bones.

Peace can’t be bought. It can’t be stolen. It can’t be lent or borrowed. You either have it or you don’t.

We pray for world peace, yet our hearts are anxious and fearful. Hateful and vengeful. prejudice and intolerant.

Until we as people can lay down our retaliations against ourselves, against our past, and against one another, we will never find peace.

Without inner peace, world peace is just an elusive dream.

~ Sandi Staton

Stay-at-Home Mom Career

While other girls were dreaming of their Senior Prom, finishing school, and going to college, I was dreaming of having a baby.

After I got married, of course. I’m from the old one-room school with outside toilets; light years before premarital sex became acceptable.

Actually, I wasn’t even thinking about how babies were made. I just wanted one.

Call it maternal instinct. Call it insanity. I just wanted a baby.

To hold in my arms.

To love.

To protect.

To fight to the death for.

Finally, on a blissful, Sunday morning, four weeks before my delivery date, my dream came true. My tiny baby boy was born.

It was a bittersweet moment. My husband wasn’t with me, holding my hand and telling me everything would be okay; that our baby would pull through in spite of the doctor’s doubt and our baby’s breathing problems. We separated two months before our son was born.

Four years as a single mom and no child support was tough. I worked. I scrimped. I barely made ends meet.

I cried a lot.

Worried a lot.

Slammed doors a lot.

But I never stopped loving and caring for my son.

He was the reason for me to keep going.

Then one evening, at the least of romantic places . . . a service station, I met my Knight in Bermuda shorts, wire-rim glasses, and yellow button down shirt.

It was not love at first sight.

Nor was it love at second sight.

But as time went on, I fell in love with the gentle giant and married him. How could any mother not love the man who loves her child as she loves him.

Although I continued working to supplement our income, my heart was ever longing to be a stay-at-home mom.

Several long years of misery in the working field, I convinced my husband that we wouldn’t starve to death if I quit my job to stay home where I belong.

As with anything, unless you’re super rich, there were sacrifices. We couldn’t afford designer clothes and trade cars every year. We didn’t go on cruises or travel the world. Sometimes a simple trip to the beach was out of our budget.

But the trade-off and the investment we made in our son was worth all the luxuries in the world.

This morning, nearly five decades later, I sat reminiscing about my life. Suddenly, I felt a twinge of regret that I hadn’t done this and hadn’t achieved that and asked myself, why?

Then I remembered.

I smiled.

My stay-at-home mom career was worth all the PhD’s in the world!