As I look back over my life, I see the successes that mean so much more than any amount of fame could supply. I asked God to give me acclaim and the praise of my peers; He gave me good children who rise up and call me blessed. I asked God to make me financially successful; He gave me a beautiful home set amidst towering pines given by those I loved. I asked God to make my name known; He gave me a husband who knows me and loves me just as I am.
Our family has never been abundantly wealthy, but we have never gone without food or clothes or a warm fire. We did not have expensive indulgences or travel to exotic places, but we’ve had those small blessings that mean most because they were a surprise or a loving gift.
Success is relative. Success is fleeting. Success is a carrot leading a donkey down many a rocky road. Success is OK if it happens, OK if it doesn’t. It’s the road one takes to get to the destination that builds the soul. The road has been worth it.


