“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge;
fools despise wisdom and discipline.”
Content in Christ
Two years ago, I celebrated my 40th trip around the sun. For decades I had dreaded the day I’d blow out more than 39 candles on my birthday cake. But when I actually hit the milestone of middle age, I felt gratitude instead of regret. Gratitude for all God taught me when I bowed my heart at His throne, ripe for filling and shaping.
You see, I didn’t always seek God first, even though I’ve known Him since childhood. Often, I foolishly relied on my surroundings for knowledge, which always ending with me wanting instead of knowing.
When focused on the stuff of earth discontentment festered. I always felt I needed more.
I loved my family, but often walked into our small apartment disgruntled. I wanted a house. A large house adorned with beautiful new furniture and no hand-me-downs. I also tired of counting pennies at the grocery store and dreamed that one day I would fill my kitchen with fine wines, cheeses, and gourmet ingredients. Only the best.
My wants multiplied daily and in my ignorance, I deemed each one justified. For example, I rationalized that a large home with fine foods would enable me to demonstrate hospitality toward others. But when I sat in awe of my Savior instead of the bounty in His creation, I realized that more joy comes from less.
Less stuff. Less drama. Less schedule management. Less worrying about whether or not I measure up to the standards of others. Less time spent agonizing over how others (ahem) *make* me feel. Less of trying to have the perfect life. Less conforming. Less wanting. Less of me.
I want less of anything that does not begin from knowing God and wanting what He wants for me.
I want less of this world, of my own silly, fickle heart so that I can brim with Jesus.
How have you learned to be content in Christ?