What does it mean to be content? Content in all circumstances. I’ve been meditating upon this obscure reality for a while. As I’ve previously mentioned, this summer has been a hard one for me. I came down with some stomach issues, which made me think I was pregnant, but it left me with more wonder (when I found out I wasn’t) about how I could be feeling so bad. Through various processes of elimination, it came to my surprise that I was dealing with anxiety & near burn out. It’s interesting to see how much the mind & body intertwine. I am not 100%, but what I have been trying to do is be mindful of the moment. God created me with a great imagination, but with that gift comes it’s ruination as well. If it’s not kept in check, then my mind jumps ahead into the mystery of unknown (the future); thus, a downward spiral of stomach knots & a cluttered head.
Then there’s contentment. Most times within the Christian circles in talking about contentment it inevitably leads to material contentment. That’s all fine & good, but I would wager to say that Jesus is talking about something a bit larger than simply monetary means. According to the dictionary, content as adjective is:
satisfied with what one is or has; not wanting more or anything else.
If I cannot find God in the middle of my work–where my concerns and worries, pains, & joys are–it does not make sense to try to find Him in the hours set free at the periphery of my life.
Here’s what I know about today. I have more blessings than I could ever have imagined had you asked me when I was growing up. I have shelter, clean water, clean clothes on my back & my families, two amazing girls who have God’s image stamped on them saying, “Worthy & Loved,” a husband who tirelessly works to provide, loves deeply & completely devoted to me & our family, and I’m “worthy & loved” too–entitled to grace to continue living.