I recently received one of the greatest validations of my life.
A college buddy of mine sent me an encouraging text message after he read my funeral post. He wrote: “I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone that seems to be at peace with themselves as you seem to be right now … pretty refreshing.”
The only response I could muster was: “Wow! Thank you!”
It was such an impactful statement because he nailed it. I AM at peace with myself right now. I just needed someone to take off my blinders and jog my memory.
Reminder: I have a lot of things happening in my life right now that are FAR from peaceful:
• I’m trying to wrap my heart and mind around how to love and support an addict;
• My wife and I are attempting to make a baby in a non-traditional, “you have to give a specimen right now” way;
• Our family is seriously contemplating a move to the country, and
• I’m striving to embrace retirement, while making financial ends meet.
At first glance, my life appears to be on the other end of the spectrum from peaceful – it seems more like a crazy uproar.
Again, my buddy was right on the money…I’m at peace.
While some people might wonder how that’s possible, it’s not a mystery to me. I never say to myself: “Seriously?!?!?!? How can you be at peace in the midst of this turmoil?!?!?”
It all revolves around faith. It’s about embracing my relationship with Christ and not trying to figure everything out on my own.
It’s also about being in fellowship with Him – which allows me to fight my butt off, refusing to quit and/or settle despite the circumstances.
I wrote about this a couple of years ago, and I thought this was great opportunity to share it again. The struggles are different, but the plan of attack is still applicable AND powerful.
If you’ve EVER been curious how to live a bold and adventurous life – I firmly believe this is how you do it.
I wrote this post on Jan. 2, 2010. Let me quickly frame it up: It was a month and half before my son was born, my business venture was on life-support and I was just re-introduced to the crazy concept of goal-setting.
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‘Pick up that Sword and Let’s Fight’
When is the last time you had an epiphany – a thunderous punch of realization right to your gut?
Mine came a couple months ago, and it was more like a round-house kick to the face.
The sting of that epiphany has culminated into this blog post, which revolves around my short-term and long-term goals in every facet of my life.
First…how I got to this point: I don’t want to be over-dramatic and/or cliché, and say that I hit rock bottom – but I DID hit something.
I was tired of pretending that I had all the answers.
I was tired of thinking that I had to be perfect.
I was tired of fearing failure.
My business was barely generating traction, I had no income coming in and my first child was peeking at me through my wife’s belly button.
“Here I come, daddy!”
I was confused, and my confidence was destroyed.
Like most desperate men, I gave myself a pep talk in the bathroom mirror and told myself to “buck up.”
“Stop crying, little baby! Figure it out!”
After a couple of weeks, that egotistical experiment made things worse. I was paralyzed.
Then I heard a whisper – one that I’ve heard before – and I realized everything was going to be fine. I imagined God standing in front of me, wearing his tattered battle armor and waving his arm – as to say, “Let’s go! Follow me!”
His whisper: “Pick up the sword that I’ve laid at your feet and let’s fight – together.”
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Reading that excerpt again makes me confidently smirk. Those words force any tension in my shoulders to release. It’s a welcomed whisper that makes me tuck my lips and nod my head, knowing I’m back on track with my faith.
I think that’s why it’s so refreshing – to me and to my buddy.
Again, I’m convinced this is the blueprint for truly living life.
I wanted to share two pieces of scripture that support this game plan.