My definition of living a full life is changing as I age.

I once thought it meant a fast car, a bulging bank account, a big house, exotic vacations, and filling every extra minute with an adrenaline rush.

Now, it is a quiet night in my old house, watching a movie with a woman who has loved me through the best and worst seasons of life. It is having meaningful conversations with my adult children. It is sharing a delicious meal with the people closest to me and having a good laugh. It is living each day with faith and the hope of Jesus, along with my family.  

I may not have received the full life I once dreamed about, but instead, I have found something better. And I thank God for that.