More and Better

A lot has changed in a year, more than I imagined possible.

I used to listen to the radio. Now the knob’s default position is “off.”

I used to be committed to a lot. At the end of this semester I won’t have any standing commitments. None. And it feels good.

I used to take antidepressants. Now – quite by accident – I don’t. And it feels okay. {More on that at another time.}

I used to watch tv every night of the week. I still watch more than I intend to watch, but I’m also much more likely to turn it off in favor of something else.

I used to be okay when I see pregnant women and new babies. Now it touches an ache in me, an ache I had previously learned to quiet.  But sometimes it feels good to ache.

I used to get my camera out on special occasions. Now my camera is becoming a part of our day-to-day lives, and I love the memories we’ve captured.

I used to question what I wanted to be when I grew up. Now I have dreams and {some} plans.

I used to think I’d never be happy without a second child in our family. Now I know I can.

I used to have a life full of stuff – to clean, to file, to find, to do, and more. I have less “stuff,” but my life is much more full – of goodness.

I came so they can have real and eternal life, more and better life than they ever dreamed of.
John 10:10

For this, I am exceedingly thankful.