As I celebrate my birthday today, entering the second half of life, prosperity takes on new definition. I realize a prosperous life isn’t about numbers — of bank accounts, followers, friendships or possessions — but the kindness of redemption.
Prosperity is as short-lived as a wildflower, so don’t ever count on it. You know that as soon as the sun rises, pouring down its scorching heat, the flower withers. Its petals wilt and, before you know it, that beautiful face is a barren stem. Well, that’s the picture of the “prosperous life.” At the very moment everyone is looking on in admiration, it fades away to nothing. (James 1:9-11, MSG)
We are prosperous when surrounded by love and pay attention long enough to notice it. Sometimes love is a patch of glowing wildflowers waving among life’s leaf litter on a walk or the cricket choir outside your window. The friend who sends you a thoughtful vox from across the country or the cashier who makes conversation by telling you it’s her birthday.
Thank you for following my journey, for reading here and commenting when you are able. I’ve taken account of the way God has joined me with a global community and it is no small gift. Our friendship is a miracle I didn’t know I needed.
I look forward to getting back to a regular blogging rhythm next week. I have lots to tell you about.
Happy Sabbath Friends!
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