Contentment

I have received sooooooooooooooo many messages lately about contentment: the article in the paper, opened just to the page with an article about being satisfied with what you have in hard times, sermons addressing thankfulness, Bible study mentions of gratefulness and satisfaction, news stories on the excesses of American culture and how little we really need to be complete.

I found myself saying, "Lord, what's the deal? I don't need this message! Why do you keep throwing it in my face?" Nice attitude, I know, but seriously, of all the people, I have been content to live in our little house with our lots of kids and animals.

I don't complain...out loud. And I haven't said...much...about my monthly allowance that hasn't gone up in three years and one month...but who's counting? And I love EVERYTHING about my husband...except when he's late...and I love my house...except for the paint, furniture, bedding, window coverings...and I really love my body..except for the sagging ____ and the dimply ____...and I love my plentiful wardrobe...except that nothing fits...and I adore spending time with my children, except when I don't get enough sleep...I really do love being pregnant...except for the nausea, gas, and...OK Lord, I get it...