Life to the Full

My 20-year class reunion will be held this year. At least, I assume it will. I haven't actually heard any details about it yet, but the fact remains that I graduated. 20 years ago.

While I've run into very few of my 88 classmates in the 20 years since graduation, facebook has helped reconnect some of us after years of silence. I've seen pictures of kids, vacations, and passions. But even with this small connection, I've wondered what makes them tick. What are they all about?

Some of them have highly sought careers. They're intensely involved in charity work. They've traveled the globe. They're financially prosperous. Success is synonymous with their names.

What would I tell them about me?

I have no college degree.
I don't have a high-profile career.
My name is unknown.
My ratty old couch is at the top of my list to replace when we have a little extra spare cash.
I am, by the standards of some, quite ordinary.

But I am blissfully, exceedingly, over-the-top happy.
fulfilled.
complete.

This is the life I always wanted. It's everything I ever wanted.

Loving and helping my husband.
Loving and nurturing and teaching our sons.
Making a home for my family.
Discipling young girls.
Investing in the next generation.
Growing in my walk with Christ
and discovering mercy and grace at every turn.

It's hard sometimes. I fail. I fall. But in Him I have forgiveness.
Meaning.
Purpose.
Life to the full.
Both now...and later.

Some people may look at me and feel sorry for me---like somehow, in some way, I've missed out. Perhaps they think my life is boring. I couldn't disagree more. Following hard on the heels of Jesus is life's greatest adventure. Walking with others who find their fulfillment and joy in being loved by Him is simply put, precious. And coming alongside and loving those who have questions and doubts and uncertainties about this Jesus is---well, a gift.

My name may never be known too far beyond the walls of my own home. But I pray it rings boldly in the hearts of the four guys within it...and maybe even whispers in the hearts of those who pass through.