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Settle…Not a Four Letter Word (My Five Minute Friday)

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Today’s five minute Friday prompt is settle. I have to admit I had to think about this one for a bit before I could even get started since “settling” was always something my father said I shouldn’t do. That I should always strive for more. As I grew older, I came to realize that this type of thinking can hinder a person from being truly happy.

Now I am not saying that a person shouldn’t strive to be their very best. As my gramma used to say, always do your best and you’ll be rewarded in Heaven. But people could also say that she settled for the life she had with no complaint.

Her life wasn’t easy. There was never much money around and she had to stretch whatever there was but was she settling? I don’t think so. I prefer to think she was doing her best with what God had given her. She was blessed with three beautiful daughters who grew up to give her the precious grandchildren she lavished her love upon. Then later still, her great grandchildren.

Did she settle for living in a tiny basement suite because health problems kept our grandfather from working? You could say she did but she also did her best to make their little home a welcoming hub for our family, no matter how crowded.

Yes, perhaps by some people’s accounts she settled for her life but I prefer to think she is now enjoying her rewards in Heaven.

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About Kimberley Linkletter

I'm a homeschooling grandma who loves to travel with her family. Road trips are some of our favorite things! I write about our adventures at www.vintagebluesuitcase.ca.
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4 thoughts on “Settle…Not a Four Letter Word (My Five Minute Friday)

  1. I love this.
    Great thoughts. And yes that is settling for the best God offers. Being happy in our circumstances because we know Jesus.
    Blessings
    Janis
    FMF #26

  2. Settling isn’t a bad thing; I always ‘went for the gold’, and now that I am dying, I realized how much homey warmth I missed. I would not do it again.

    A fulfilled dream can’t hug you when you’re hurting from the pain of a cancer that can’t be cured.

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