I Love My Life

I love my life, not because of my accomplishments,
(there have been some)
but for my failures.
(those are what shaped me)
I love my life not because it has been easy.
In fact, it has been very hard much of the time.
(Yet I have persevered, survived, prevailed, triumphed).

I love my life because I know there are a few who love me,
and will no matter what.
(my husband and children do; and some friends, a few)
I don’t need to be remembered afterward
(as much as being loved during, and believe I am.)

None of my life has been remotely perfect,
But mostly broken, disappointed, hurt;
Yet something in my faith, and in me,
keeps getting resurrected. New life, new beginning.

I won’t mind so much when it’s over, I don’t think,
Because I’m so confident of what comes after.
I have always been and will ever be,
among the redeemed, the everlasting.
(or so it seems to me).