Letting Go to Give Thanks


He pops in and out of our house during the week. He’s always welcome, always has been since the day he was born.

He talks and I listen.

“One day I want to be able to shred a guitar.”

Evidently shred is a good thing. To be able to completely master playing the instrument.

“I want a career that makes lots of money.”

“I want to be ready to live on my own, but honestly I’m not sure if I’m THAT responsible.”

I sit and listen as he strums background music to the football game. He’s only been playing about a year. Taught himself chords and tabs and strumming. I grin. He’s not even aware of how much better he is today. How his playing has transformed over the last few months.


I’ve been where he is. Wanting to be a better guitar player, better singer, better teacher, better mother, better wife, better follower of Jesus. Wanting… wanting… wanting to be better than I am, to be something other than who I am.

I snap the picture. Sock feet, head down, fingers practicing on my guitar and I let go. Nothing wrong with ambition I guess. Until it takes over and steals your ability to be grateful for what you have, who you are in the moment.

And I give thanks. For this moment, for this kid, for who He is in this season… and who I am too.

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