Life is Good

I do not have it all together. Not only that, but there is very little in my life that is truly “together.” If I have given you a different impression, I apologize.

My life is good, but good does not equate to easy, happy, fun, or perfect. Or even #blessed, as we say in Socialmedialand.

What do I mean by “good” then? I mean it in the same way someone says eating healthy or exercise or gardening or art is “good.” They really mean that it’s good for you. Meaning that it will do you some good. It will make you better somehow.

So, yes. My life is good.

Because it is hard.

But it’s not third world hard. Or inner city hard. Or being born black hard (#BlackLivesMatter).

It is refining fire hard.

“Praise our God, all peoples, let the sound of his praise be heard; he has preserved our lives and kept our feet from slipping. For you, God, tested us; you refined us like silver. You brought us into prison and laid burdens on our backs. You let people ride over our heads; we went through fire and water, but you brought us to a place of abundance.” –Psalm 66:8-12 (NIV)

As much as I want my life to be easy, it’s not. It’s quite easy enough, though, and I sometimes wonder when the other shoe will drop.

Until then, I will keep working.

Because life is good.