As a Christian, I am incredibly grateful for the life that God has granted me through His Son, Jesus Christ. I honestly believe that if my life had not changed when it did, I would be on drugs, in prison or dead by now. This was the path that I was headed down, so life, to me, is a wonderful gift.

I pledge to celebrate life, but to be satisfied with it, well, that’s another story. I prefer to say “I’m working toward it” because satisfaction is a word that is a bit too final for me. The word is better referenced for seasons (because seasons end) unless you’ve earned the years of life’s seniority. For me, satisfied is a word I use after a good meal – it fulfills me at the moment but I understand I will still be hungry tomorrow.

I’m glad that my life is able to be used as a ministry tool for the service of mankind. However, my tomorrows make me hungry. As long as there are abused and exploited children, I’m still hungry. As long as there are individuals who continue to live under the bondage of alcohol and controlled substances, I’m still hungry. As long as the poor and middle-class go unrepresented, I’m still hungry. As long as pornography and profanity continue to pollute our airways, I’m still hungry. There is so much more on life’s menu that provokes my appetite for service.

But as I think about it, my hunger for tomorrow may just be my motivating resolve. My tomorrows fuel my hope for the opportunity of change. Each encounter opens the door to new life. In every experience, good or bad, my personal disposition is strengthened and I discern and embrace another side of God. I have an insatiable hunger to live. I guess to that end I’m thankful but not totally satisfied.