A Little Love Story

Once upon a time, I fancied myself madly in love. 

These are not the boots, but if I paste a picture of them I am in danger of becoming entranced again. So, look at these boots and imagine something 40 bazillion times better. Those are my boots.

These are not the boots, but if I paste a picture of them I am in danger of becoming entranced again. So, look at these boots and imagine something 40 bazillion times better. Those are my boots.

It was beautiful.

Innocently googling one day, and my eyes were opened to a glorious future.

Those riding boots were made for my feet.

I would never want for anything again once I had those boots.

I would be a better person in those boots.

People would say, Look at that girl in those boots!

It was true love.

Until it wasn’t.

The boots were multiple hundreds of dollars.

So we said goodbye.

And it was the end.

(But they were so beautiful.)


I have always struggled with contentment.

In junior high I wanted to be in high school. In high school I wanted to be in college. In college I wanted to be hitched. Married a few years and I wanted to have kids.  Always looking forward to the next big thing.

This is all part of growing up, of course, and getting older and marrying and having babies is a tremendous joy, but those of us who dabble in discontentment will start getting fidgety no matter what. No matter when. No matter how much we already have. Because discontentment is a crummy companion. It shows up uninvited and then sticks around long past time to leave.

So what would it take for a girl like me to have enough to be satisfied? To be always joyful in my circumstances? To never be bored with life again?

The boots? A wardrobe consisting not entirely of t-shirts and jeans?  A ride cooler than the minivan…which means pretty much any vehicle on the road?


Not when you’re Debbie Dissatisfied.

You can have it all and still be antsy, even while looking fabulous in your boots.

(And please don’t feel sorry for me. I already have two pairs of riding boots in the closet. It’s the nature of the beast, I tell you.)


I was reading a prayer of Moses today, recorded in Psalm 90. It’s one of my favorites, though it’s not actually a terribly happy psalm.

 Moses spends much of it reflecting on how short a man’s life is. Compared to everlasting God, our span here is just a breath, a blink, a blip on the eternal radar.

So, yeah, that can be a little discouraging.

But then this man, who lived somewhere around 3500 years ago, prays a prayer so appropriate for a generation marked by depression, dissatisfaction and discontentment, he must have had us 21st-centurians in mind.

I promise you’ll be a better human being if you read it for yourself, but just in case you won’t, let me hit some highlights.

Moses prays:

Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (vs. 12)

“Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love…” (vs. 14a)

“…establish the work of our hands for us…” (vs. 17b)

If Moses were a modern fella, he might have said it something more like this:

Life is short, Lord. Help me not to spend my days here all hung up on the little temporary details.

Life is short, Lord. Help me to be fully satisfied and content with you and your love for me.

Life is short Lord. Make this work that I do mean something for eternity, not just for now.


The subtitle of the Psalm is the kicker. It reads, “Psalm 90: A prayer of Moses the man of God.”

The man of God.

Despite being that baby in the basket on the Nile river, a prince in Egypt, the parter of the Red Sea, the leader of the Israelites, the guy who brought the Ten Commandments down from the mountaintop, for crying out loud, nothing could be said about Moses that speaks more to his character and how he used his life than those four words.

He was a man of God.

That’s what I want to be.

Not Hannah the woman of cool boots.

Not Hannah the best dressed.

Not Hannah the super-successful writer.

‘Cause that, friends, would be a waste.


I pray that I spend my days in pursuit of things that will last for eternity.

Worshipping God and not earthly things.

Caring about people and not status.

Loving this: 


And not this:


That is my prayer. 

Now, fortunately, I won’t be at my funeral, but that’s probably the only place where things about who I was and what I stood will be publicly discussed for all the world to hear.

And so, I wonder.

What will be said of me? What will be the summation of my life?

What will my subtitle be?

Yeah, it’s kinda scary to ask. But we all should.

So, friends, what’s your subtitle?


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  1. sally apokedak said:

    Great post!

    Do you ride? Or do you just wear the boots. I had a friend who used to go skiing with us–she always had the very prettiest of ski suits. But she never actually got out on the slopes. She couldn’t ski. She said, “i don’t ski, I lodge.” ha ha But, I tell you, she was the best-dressed “lodger” around.

    Back to your post. I can so relate. I wanted to be older and to be married and to have kids and then I wanted to be younger and to be single and to have no kids.


    It just goes to show you, Jane. If it’s not one thing it’s another.


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      Ha. No, you got me. Me and your ski buddy could have been great friends. The boots were simply for looking cool. 😉


  2. Susie said:

    Wow! You hit the nail on the head in so many ways. BSF is studying the life of Moses this year so this example is timely. Our study of first Corinthians at church has landed on spiritual gifts and how we use them to glorify God and build up the body of Christ. Finally, our discipleship discussion was about living out our mission to make disciples. What do I aspire to? To be a loving friend, an encourager, and a disciple maker. Thanks for the reminder to focus on the things that have eternal value.


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      Thank you, Susie, for reading, commenting and encouraging. 🙂


  3. Heather Bock said:

    I love that ending–“what is your subtitle”? Great thought!


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      Thanks, Heather. 🙂


  4. Andrea Garrison said:

    Great post Hannah!!

    I have really been struggling in this area
    and needed to hear this, having a closet
    full of nice close will make me look pretty, having
    nice riding boots. I have always thought that babies bring out the beauty in moms. To be honest it’s hard I think there is no one to leave a legacy too. You are so right it’s silly to think if only I dress better I will be liked better, look prettier.

    I hope at the end of my life people will see meas a person who loves God, loved people well.


  5. Andrea Garrison said:

    My subtitle …. Been thinking about it here it is
    “Thanksgiving and a cry for help”
    I picked this one, even in hard times I am able
    to give thanks for Gods many blessing at the same time with much pain cry out to him to help me day by day. It is only by his grace I can hear him calling me by name. It seems like things never work out for me. Yet, through what God has allowed me to walk through. I am thankful for how my relationship with God has gotten so much stronger.


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      Your words are so real, Andy. Thanks for sharing.


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