I think I've finally reached a point in my life where I am content. Or at least I've decided I will choose to be content. Now this doesn't necessarily mean my life is where I want it to be or is perfect. My job is endlessly frustrating some days. I know each of us searches for a degree of contentment, our "God shaped hole" in each of us. I picture contentment as the feeling you get after a big sigh. Your body breathing out the frustrations, worries, tragedy, personal failures and saying to yourself- I'm ok. There might always be a better job out there, a better opportunity but I choose to be content in my circumstances.
Now I am not confusing contentment with apathy I hope. I've been there before. A short period of feeling nothing after a hurtful breakup. I had never felt that before- simply not caring. It scared me more than my rebellious behavior. Apathy is a product of not following God's direction for you in life I think. Knowing he made you uniquely gifted and not choosing to use the gift, or using it for selfish gains.
Oh here's a big one- being content with my body. Ok, I'm going to put it out there, I am at least 20 pounds overweight. Since my two years of marriage I've managed to go up two pant sizes. Its discouraging. But inevitable I guess after knowing what I eat. And I can't blame it on my husband, despite the fact he sometimes refuses to eat the meals I've made from Cooking Light recipe book. I can only choose to go to the gym & eat healthier (easier said than done right). I choose to be content, despite not being necessarily happy.
I think Paul says it best in Phillipians 4
Weaving
4 months ago
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I needed to hear this. Thanks. Love you.
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