Last night we were watching America Idol and I was sitting on the sofa with my eight-year-old, Abby. At one point a commercial came on for cosmetics and something was said about this particular brand of makeup changing your life. “Whatever,” Abby said (to the TV), “I like my life.”
Those four words, coming from an eight-year-old . . . my eight-year-old . . . brought tears to my eyes.
I like my life. (I think it’s what every parent wants to hear his or her child say).
It was cause for a little introspection. Do I “like my life”? Am I content with how things have turned out so far? Am I hopeful about where things are going?
I asked myself that question over and over again, digging past all the expectations of how I should feel or how I want to feel and finding blatant honesty: Do I like my life?
The innocence and pure joy of a child can sometimes be so convicting.
If you’re in the mood for introspection ask yourself that same question along with these: Am I content with where I am in life? Am I fulfilled? Do I find meaning and purpose in my life?
The answers, of course, are between you and God.