Friday, October 5, 2012


“What are you going to do with your one and only life?”
This question, posed in the movie Won’t Back Down, really stuck with me.  I’m not sure why.  Most of the time I really have no idea what I’m doing.  I have no real plan.  I tend to fly by the seat of my pants.  I have a calendar that I sometimes check.  I know where I am Monday through Friday from 7:45 to 12:50.  I know where the kids are from 7:45 to 3:00.  I have to check the calendar for my husband’s schedule (he isn’t a 9 to 5 kind of guy; his is a three-week rotating schedule, and I rarely know which week he’s on).  I tend to know the day of the week, but not the date.  I am good at making lunch plans, but I don’t really plan much past that.

What are you going to do with your one and only life?  Wow.  It’s kind of a loaded question, isn’t it?  Part of me thinks “Haven’t I done enough?”  The other part of me thinks “Don’t I have everlasting life to look forward to?” 

How much is it acceptable to accomplish?  When do I get to say “I’m accomplished”?  Does that ever happen?  Do people say that about themselves and I have just never heard  it?  Do people talk about others and describe them as “accomplished”?  I don’t think I have ever said that about someone before.  My mind doesn’t go there.  I don’t think to myself, “Wow, look how accomplished Sally is.”  I suppose I should look at what it means to be accomplished.

The Merriam Webster Dictionary defines accomplished as:
1 a : proficient as the result of practice or training <an accomplished dancer>; also : skillfully done or produced <an accomplished film>
b : having many social accomplishments.
2 : established beyond doubt or dispute <an accomplished fact>

Synonyms for accomplished are:  Cultivated, civilized, couth, cultured, genteel, polished, refined. 

Being accomplished may be out of my reach.  I live in a small town and I don’t get out much.  The only cultivating happening around here is in the fields around my house.  I am civilized mostly, unless you happen to be in my car while I’m dancing and singing.  Couth is a word I don’t use at all, so I don’t think I am sophisticated.  Cultured?  Not unless it counts that I know which fork to use.  Genteel, OK. Polished?  All except for my nails.  Refined, no.  I’m still in the refining process.

I can’t be accomplished because I’m not a diamond.  I’m not even a diamond in the rough.  I am charcoal.  I’m still being refined.  It might be about 15,000 years before I get there. The day I get to Heaven, I will be accomplished. 

Before Heaven, I think we just keep working towards… well, getting to be with God at home.  Isn’t that the ultimate goal?  Do the things of this world, or rather, society’s definition of accomplishment, really matter? 
Micah 6:8: What does the Lord require of you?  To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

If we could do all of that,  we could say we’ve met the ultimate goal.  Perhaps when we get that figured out, we can be accomplished.  Until then, we just keep getting our charcoal pressed, by the Ultimate Craftsman.

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