Contentment Part 2

“For I have learned in whatsoever state I am therewith to be content.” This is one of my theme verses of life. I have every reason to whine and complain, but I can learn contentment. I can choose joy, and I make this my goal. I’ll never be the bubbly-smiley type. But I can treasure joy in my soul. I can dwell on all that God is and does and lay all my worries and fears before Him. I can wrap my anxieties in a box and deposit them with God and get a good night’s sleep.

I know, this sounds Pollyanna-ish. But it’s what I think, if only for today.

What I’m after is joy. I want joyful joy – not niceties. I want a life within that overflows with joy. I have this life. God has given it to me. It is now mine to realise, but I realise it will take work to dig through the dust that has cluttered my soul. And I have the courage to do it, but laziness is an obstacle. Inertia of life is an obstacle that draws me away from the actual and into the soul numbing virtual which is so not real, but distracting nonetheless. If distraction is just what I’m after why don’t I say that and go with it? But I feel I am so easily satisfied with so little and fail to plumb the depths of joy, peace, righteousness that are available to me as God’s child.

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  1. dianne1 March 2011 at 08:36

    I love hearing your heart in this. you used to spout off all kinds of wisdom - always with a humble, self-deprecating caveat and i would think that I wished other people could hear what you had to say. Now there is a blog....:)

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  2. Sarah1 March 2011 at 08:46

    Thank you Dianne... yes, a blog is a wonderful thing - I regularly have all sorts of thoughts and musings that whir around in my head and I write many imaginary letters to people telling them exactly what I think, or preaching sermons in my head to myself and nobody, and now...now I can put it all here! hooray! :)

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  3. Nikki @ Simplystriving24 October 2012 at 12:29

    Oh the clutter of the soul...I'm with you. I want to clean house, too...dust off the joy given long ago.

    beautiful write! So thankful we were neighbors over at Ann's place today so I knew to meet you!

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    1. Sarah24 October 2012 at 21:57

      Thanks for stopping by! Such an uphill climb it is. But joy is at the pinnacle.

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  4. charis24 October 2012 at 17:31

    Thanks for speaking life into my feelings of making joy permanent in my soul. Can't wait to come back and read your words...

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    1. Sarah24 October 2012 at 21:58

      Thanks Charis. What excites me is that joy is mine to receive, not to muster up within me. When I realize that God offers me His life-giving joy, I am amazed, humbled, and rejoice in His presence.

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