When the catalog came in with the mail the other night I set it aside to look at before bed. I have dresses, I have skirts and shoes. They are all very nice, but nothing that hung in my close look even half as beautiful as anything in that catalog. It was all completely out of my price range and completely out of the question, but it didn’t keep me from wanting. Soon, I was feeling very sorry myself.
Contentment is such a simple idea but it always seems to be slipping through my fingers. I am the man with hundreds of sheep; single-mindedly pursuing someone else’s much beloved pet lamb. Discontentment is a doubled-edged sword. Not only are you constantly chasing the horizon, but you rob yourself of the moment; falling into the trap of “Just one thing more…”. How foolish and ungrateful I must seem to the Lord.
Really, contentment can found right inside my own front door. The pot of soup simmering on the stove, the happy, healthy boys playing under my feet, the husband who so ably provides for us. To know and really understand that He will provide all I ever need, and to look no further than that.