In my twenties life was striving, striving, striving, which naturally morphed into spending my thirties working, working, working. I am not sure if it was wisdom or exhaustion, but as I entered my forties I began walking in acceptance. Acceptance of myself, others, the fact that God’s ways are not my own and that life will rarely, if ever, cooperate with my clever plans. Acceptance gave room to peace, which gave space to the deeper, richer, more important aspects of life; the sweetest spots, such as deeply loving people for who they are, continually communing with God and appreciating the act of breathing. This good stuff can’t be done in a hurry or crammed in a to-do list. It demands it’s own territory. I am intently clearing my land of the old, broken fences and making room for more. I yearn to spend the rest of my days immersed in the good stuff.
O taste and see that the LORD is good; How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him! Psalm 34:8
“Why do you ask me about what is good?” Jesus replied. “There is only One who is good. If you want to enter life, keep the commandments.” Matt 19:17
For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; His faithfulness continues through all generations. Psalm 100:5
Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good. His love endures forever. Psalm 136:1
The LORD is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in Him. Nahum 1:7