I don’t think success is something that can really be measured in anything but moments.
Having been depressed, and having been on the bottom of the “failure” pit, I know how fleeting the feeling of success is, and I also know what failure feels like.
I had someone ask me to sum up what a “successful” life looks like for me in one sentence.
Here it is:
“Success = living out my God-given calling [writing, being a wife and mother] so others will see his love and goodness; that through my work they might know truth and have hope, and by my life they will be inspired to follow their own calling.”
Yes, yes, congratulations to me, for all the very nice sounding Christianese.
But here’s the thing:
I mean it. I actually mean it this time.
It was a revelation to actually mean it.
I grew up in the church, and like an oft-used turn of phrasing in praying, most of my own lip-service came from my own parroted comments. Sometimes I’ll still slip into them, when I don’t know what to say. But for the most part, the older I get, the more genuine these things become.
I’m not sure if I had admitted my doubts or my uncertainties in following Christ earlier, it would have come sooner. But I do know that with each passing day, right now, these moments right now, I get to share my heart with an audience even as Jesus reaches out to mine, and it’s growing more every day. And that’s just miraculous.
For me, it has to be about something greater. Something bigger.
Anything else is just ego. And just like the tyrants and artisans and peddlers of the past, it’ll die and return to dust one day. Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Let me know in the comments below what you think success is!