Contentment

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As strange as it may sound, one of the things I consistently struggle with the contentment.

This makes absolutely no sense. I have been so unbelievably blessed in my life. And outsider would look at me and ask, “Uh, what exactly is the problem?”

And that’s what is so strange — there is no “problem.” The problem is in me.

I should probably define a bit more of what I mean by “contentment.” What I am NOT talking about is not being content with my wife, not being content with my marriage, or my kids, or my house, or my car, or any of those kinds of things.

I suppose I would best describe it as an internal urge I have to figure out, “What’s next?” “Where’s the excitement?”

My lack of contentment is often just my own frustration with the “status quo” of life. The dull, repetitive, even boring aspects of life that I (like everyone else) deal with day in and day out–the daily grind.

And it’s with this that I feel guilty in two ways. First, I feel guilty for not being content regardless of all the ways God has blessed me and my family. Second, I feel guilty because there are so, so many countless people who are suffering both here and throughout the world, and I have the audacity to not be content with my life.

Please know, this is not to say that this is a daily problem, but it is one that occurs with more frequency that I would like. Oddly enough, I’m actually feeling very content today (which may be why this topic came to mind).