This morning, I sang along to Mary Well’s song “My Guy” while doing laundry. The lyrics go something like this:
Nothing you could say
Can tear me away from my guy
Nothing you could do
‘Cause I’m stuck like glue to my guy
There’s not a man today
Who can take me away
From my guy.
As I thought about these lyrics, I wondered about how true they were. Could I be tempted away from my hubby by a handsome face, buffer body, riches, power, former flame, etc? I had a hard time definitively saying no, which unsettled my thoughts a little.
As I really delved into the question, I realized that there are so many incredible people in the world who I could have a phenomenal relationship with if given the opportunity. My husband is certainly among them. But the difference between all of them and my husband is that I have built a life with my man. We’ve spent countless hours dreaming, scheming, supporting, laughing, crying, mourning, celebrating, pushing, working, cooking, exploring, and loving over the last decade of marriage and 1/2 a decade of friendship/engagement before that. We’ve made two children who are shaping up to be incredible people in their own rights,, accomplished educational degrees, gained professional successes, established personal friendships, built family relationships, and created so many memories that range the spectrum of emotions. My man is an amazing person, but more than that, he’s the person I have chosen to build my life around, on, and with.
So though Ms. Wells addresses the type of person who could probably tempt me, mystery man cannot compete with the life and history I’ve co-constructed with my man.


When applied to us as humans, what is the measure of our creation we’re expected to fulfill? What benefits do we give the world around us by simply living our lives? We have higher thinking skills and potentially a greater impact than the tree, but are we as firmly rooted in our purpose? Are we as stalwart and consistent in fulfilling the measure of our creation? Are we so tireless and unwavering in weathering the elements of this stormy world? Do we so freely give of our substance, resources, and beauty? Do we so tirelessly provide for the creatures who live around us? Are we so willing to exist?
Discovering and fulfilling our purpose is perhaps one of the biggest quests of mankind. Some define this quest in terms of productivity, happiness, wealth, care giving, becoming like God, living the good life, or even social responsibility. I don’t know that there is a definitive, universal answer. Personally, I believe that man is that he may have joy. And, I believe that our joy gives others joy, which further compounds our joy. Interestingly, even though I seek joy, I am not as consistent as the tree in my existence. I do things that diminish it. I make poor decisions. I thwart relationships. I dramatize minor happenings. I do not consistently seek joy or willingly give it to others. How would my life (and the lives of those around me) differ if I were more like the tree in my existence by efficiently and consistently fulfilling the measure of my creation? Would I be joyous at all times? Would I such behavior change me? Would it change the world?



