Is there any such thing as success? Is it about how big we get, how rich we get, or if we do what we set out to do? Will we ever arrive? I don’t think so.
Maybe if we’re talking about money we might classify someone as a success or being successful.
But not so much in the normal life.
There’s no yardstick to say I’ve reached the peak of performance in motherhood. No promise that I will ever be the best wife. No assurance that writing will ever say the thing I want to say or ever mean enough in some stretch of the word to be called ‘noteworthy’ or any such adjective of approval.
There is no success.
Just day after day choices.
But where is the goodness in that?
Certainly there would be something?
But maybe success means something smaller, less tangible, less performance driven and more of an attitude of reassurance or stability.
But not anything I’ve done or they’ve done.
Just a sense of glowing approval in our own whole self.
I’m not saying we’ll ever be glowingly approving of our own whole selves.
There is someone.
Who is glowingly approving.
Through a resilience and faith that we aren’t the ones getting us anywhere.
It’s just through Jesus, by the grace of God, and the power of the Holy Spirit that we can have any stamp of success on our resume or track record as humans.
It’s not so much winning, as it is about living forgiven and led.
Linking up for a quick Five Minute Friday today. What do you think about success? Is there such a thing or will we forever be striving?