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I was hoping the sign was for sale, and was prepared to pay a pretty penny to buy it. Turns out, Abundance is the name of the store in whose window the sign hung, and alas, the owner wasn’t interested in selling it. Geez.
At any rate, I have every intention of getting my hands on this sign or a replica of it at some point in my life. I think it’s gorgeous, and imagine hanging it one day in a breakfast nook or dining room. Oh the wild and crazy dreams I have for the future.
Last year, I, along with the majority of American women, read the book Eat, Pray, Love. The book didn’t change my life. I didn’t immediately book a trip around the world to emulate Elizabeth Gilbert’s quest for self-discovery, mind-blowing pizza, and exotic ex-patriots. But I liked it.
One of the things from the book that stuck with me is the author’s idea of having a word that describes you, your philosophy on life, your demeanor. Her word is attraversiamo, which is Italian for “let’s cross over.” And if you want to know why, you’re going to have to read the book because I’ll probably do a poor job of explaining, and that’s not really what I want to talk about anyway.
But I do like the idea of having a word. As I was reading, I was trying to think of what my word was. I didn’t think too hard about, but let the idea linger in the back of my mind, and waited for my word to make itself evident. And before too long, the word “tenacious” came to mind, and I thought, “There it is. That’s my word.”
I was in the middle of a really difficult season. One that required a lot of yanking on fraying boot straps and gritting my teeth and tears, loads of tears. So in the midst of struggling through all that, I was determined to just keep going until it was over, to get to the other side, to be tenacious.
There wasn’t a definitive moment when that season ended, but at some point I looked up and realized that it had. And suddenly tenacious didn’t seem like the right word anymore. Driving through that tiny town in northern Illinois after a quiet day in a pretty lakeside town where I read and journaled and chose to be alone - and enjoyed it - I was struck by more than the beautiful sign, but by the truth of the word.
Jesus said, “I have come that they might have life, and have it more abundantly,” (John 10:10). The NIV version says “to the full,” but I think abundantly conveys so much more than full, it conveys a life overflowing with God’s grace and blessing.
It is Thanksgiving week, and it is only right that I put words to how grateful I am for a life of abundance.
He brought me into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me. - Psalm 18:19
There is no doubt that a huge component of the transition from tenacious to abundant had something to do with getting a new job. On the scale of busy-ness and stress, my former job and current job are at opposite ends of the spectrum. Though I wouldn’t be opposed to a little more stress in the workplace, I am beyond thankful that my job does not consume my every energy, where I don’t have to fight tooth and nail for time to cook dinner, do laundry, get an oil change, or maintain a healthy blood pressure. I am thankful for this spacious place.
The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy. - Psalm 126:3
To be clear, it is not that my life was not abundant and now is. My life, in Christ, has always been and will always be abundant. Similar to joy, abundance is not contingent on circumstances. Abundance is perspective and recognition, and sometimes we forget to see.
But I have been learning to see better. I was on my way home from work one evening in February, and suddenly recognized joy in my heart. It was Valentine’s Day, and I had left work later than I wanted to, and was rushing to catch the train, and yet, I wanted to give everyone on the street a high five. My circumstances weren’t anything special, and if I wanted to be cranky, I probably had sufficient cause. And I can think of no other reason than the Holy Spirit at work in me that allowed me to get past the petty and insignificant things going on around me, and find His joy.
Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you. - Psalm 116:7
There have of course been many times in the months between now and that moment in February where I have felt less than joyful and abundant. There have been moments when I have felt anxious, selfish, grumpy, or doubtful. My memory can be short, and my patience can be thin. It is especially important in these moments, when the world does not seem so spacious, to remember the God I serve, and all that He has done for me. And that though I am far from deserving, He will continue to be faithful. The Lord has been good. He will be good.
Happy Thanksgiving.


















