Contentment ultimately cannot be bought or sold. This one is gut level, y’all. One that threads through generations. One that is multi-layered and shallow and deep simultaneously. It’s not in how little you have or how much you have. It’s not in having the perfect bag or closet or decor or in how much you don’t care about bags or clothes or home decor. True, lasting contentment is sourced in Christ, regardless of surroundings or preparedness or worldly approval.
There are global expectations for our kids and then there are local. Global, things like potty training by a certain age, eating a variety foods for nutrients, rear facing until 2, and the like. And then there are local, things that I’m learning have to come from your unique child at their unique place. I can’t bring expectations from outside onto Anna, if they’re too much for her, or too less, then we’ll both be frustrated and discouraged. I must pay attention to Anna, seek the Lord and expect things that are for her good and my sanity.
There is more on God’s shoulders than on mine. It’s not natural for my 2-helper-giver-doer self to not take full responsibility for every little thing, but I’m working this truth through my system. There is far more on God’s shoulder than on mine. By His grace and love and care. I can rest. I am not God. I am not the Savior. I am not omniscient, omnipresent or omnipotent. There is much on my shoulders, but not nearly what is on His. Psalm 91, hallelujah, I can rest.
I’ve been sitting with this question for literally a week. And plan to go another week. How has God architected you to know Him?
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