I’ve always been one to dream big. Having an incredibly meaningful life meant curing my daughter’s diabetes or raising the next Nobel Peace Prize winner. In my mind, I needed to do something monumental to earn the right to attach the word meaning to my life.
As I’ve aged and wisdom started to set in, I’m learning exactly what a meaningful life truly entails. Raising my precious daughter, showing her how to navigate her world with diabetes, is astoundingly meaningful. Teaching my son to be loving and respectful has become so much more important than considering his future achievements.
I’m finally at a place where I love my life. I feel the meaning seep in more every day. It’s taken me 48 years to get here.
When we get so caught up in bigger, better, and more, we seem to forget the beauty in the mundane. Those daily chats with my kids in the car after school. Dinners together, although far too many around a restaurant table, together nonetheless…
God’s plan for us is good. There will be struggles, but He wants us to find joy as well. One of my favorite verses:
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
This quest for meaning we all seem to travel at some point can take us away from the present, the gift of today. God has got it under control. He can make our life, at this moment, immensely meaningful.
Sometimes that looks like calling a friend when they are hurting. Or loving our husbands and children when they are literally making us crazy at that very second. Even creating a healthy meal for my family has become a lovingly meaningful act in my life.
Building a meaningful life isn’t about curing a disease or solving world hunger. Although both of those certainly qualify as meaningful, we can find great significance in our normal daily grind. We may just need to look a little harder.
When I’m contemplating world hunger, I remember the precious kids my family sponsors in Africa. Although I can’t feed all the hungry children at this time, I know those 4 little bellies will have food in them today. There is remarkable meaning in that simple monthly check.
Let’s look at our lives with new eyes. Smile at that overworked cashier and ask about their day with genuine concern. We can remind our husbands how much we appreciate them. I know mine should hear those words far more than he currently does.
What are some meaningful aspects of your life you’ve been overlooking? I would love to hear from you in the comments!