Content

  

I remember when out sweet Molly was just a puppy, full of energy and enthusiasm. Molly is no longer with us, having lived to a ripe old age of 15 years. In her older years she didn’t see very well, and she couldn’t hear. Even so, she was content. In that regard, Molly and I have a lot in common.

 I am often asked if I am back to 100 percent since my stroke in 2016. And the answer remains no. I am not exactly like I was before the stroke. I can no longer drive. There are a number of things I can't do any more, or that I can't do as well as I once was able to do them.

As an example, reading was once one of the great joys of my life. It was not uncommon, prior to the stroke, for me to read several books in a week. Currently, I am able to read - something I once never thought I would be able to do again - but it is a very slow process for me. 

This morning, after I had read our devotion after breakfast, I apologized to Al because I didn’t read it well and I messed up several words. His response: “ I’m just thankful you are able to read.”

After breakfast I pulled these things out of the drawer. I have saved them for this very purpose. To remind me that while I may not read or write or speak perfectly or as well as I once did, I can still do these things. 

Life is sometimes frustrating. I wish I didn't get my words mixed up and confuse colors and struggle with numbers. But what I can do is so much more than what I can't do.

For that, I am profoundly grateful.

And even though life isn't exactly what it used to be and I am often frustrated and discouraged, in many ways life is better. I have gained a greater joy in the journey. A greater appreciation for each new day of life. An even greater love for my family and friends. A deeper love for my Lord.

And I am content.


"I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am." (Philippians 4:11 NASB)