I was active in my church, my children's school and community activities, politically involved and all that was good in its way. I am married to a good man, have great kids who are raising good kids of their own. I did work I found satisfying and that I believe was even important in a small way. Even when the normal storms of life moved in and took up residence for long stretches I was inclined to clutch my blessings to my heart and keep on keepin' on.
But now, as I look back I wish I had been wiser in what I longed for, worked for, strived for. I wish I'd prayed more consistently for my parents and my children, rather than treating it as a fallback position during times of stress. I wish I had taken my children more often to serve others. I wish I had been more actively kind to my pastors, my hair dresser, my neighbor. I wish I had understood much earlier that ministry is less about a degree and more about a calling to be the hands and feet of God in a world of hurting people. I wish I had thanked God more often and more extravagantly. I wish I was more sure that my children understood that faith was about loving and rejoicing rather than rules and rites.
I wish I had realized much earlier that what I needed most was refreshment for my thirsty soul.
He fills the thirsty soul. Psalms 107:9