I have to believe at least part of my conviction to live mindfully stems from my cancer diagnosis at age 20. My budding worldview was irreparably shaped by an uncertain future, and the reality of a healthy, thriving life still feels like a ridiculous and unmerited gift. On my best days I parent with intention and stay married on purpose. Both are uphill tasks which is why not every day is a good one.

Still, I aim to make the most of my one shot in life to love my husband well and steward, to the best of my ability, the children God has given me. That usually means cooperating with God: being quick to forgive, slow to let go of another person’s embrace. Slow also to speak, faithful to open God’s word, and humble when working those words out in our gritty, complex world. It means going against my every natural inclination to accumulate more for myself: more knowledge, money, status, accomplishments, and instead leaving space and margin for whomever God might bring my way. This is my great challenge.

As much as I believe parents are the first and best spiritual teachers to their children, it is my children who have taught me the most poignant spiritual lessons about service, hospitality, worship and living a life of presence. And if it’s true that we are a conglomeration of the 5 people we spend the most time with, I’m the luckiest gal in the room.