Life Narrated

Can you walk the walk?


Last month, my husband and I celebrated our twenty-third wedding anniversary. We actually dated for two years before we got married, so it was sort of a twenty-five year anniversary. We have three great kids who are all nearly grown. Savannah’s twenty-one and in college, living two and a half hours away on her own, doing well. Sam is a senior and working here in Whitehouse. Sarah is a junior who is in the band and has a part time job. They are healthy. They are responsible, mature, good kids that give us much to be proud of. My husband and I both have jobs that are stable and that, on most days, we enjoy. We live in a safe neighborhood with plenty of nice people that we like hanging out and chatting with in the yard. We have family that supports us and a lot of wonderful friends who would drop everything to help us if we needed them. We can pay our bills and put food on the table. Our home is paid off. All in all, we are living a pretty good life.

Last weekend, I sat in church and listened to our pastor Kim Beckham’s sermon. He said something along the lines of “If life is always easy, you will never see the validity of your faith.” In other words, you may SAY you rely on your faith, but if your life is always easy-peasy and you never really face any crises or difficult situations where you have nothing else to fall back on, you may never understand what faith really is. I think a lot of us can talk the talk, but until you face a time when you must ask for guidance with every breath, where you can hardly make a move without sobbing, it’s hard to really know just how deeply that talk goes.

As I thought about this, I was reminded again how fervently I pray when life is hard. I tend to become deeply spiritual when I am in panic mode. I rally my friends and family who I know will spend time on their knees for me. I start flipping my Bible pages searching for the most applicable scriptures. I print them out and tape them to my walls and mirrors to remind myself of the promises in the Bible.

But when life is good and things are working out pretty smoothly, I tend to forget to spend an equal amount of time on my knees saying THANK YOU. Oh, I think it, occasionally. But my highly spiritual fever tends to be a bit more subdued and cool when things are monotonous and calm. All those things in the first paragraph above just become the details of my life and I become very reliant on myself, my own capabilities and my own strength.

So this week, I am going to make an effort to say a lot more ‘thank you’ prayers than ‘could you, would you, can you please..’ prayers. I suspect it will be a perspective changer. I challenge you to spend time doing the same.


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