[Peace and contentment]
I have to admit, I’ve lived a rather sheltered life. Sure, I’ve known some struggle–as we all have–but I’ve been safe, and I’ve been held. I’ve had some darker days, and my body stubbornly doesn’t always want to cooperate, but I’ve had better days among the bad. I’m still standing, and I’m still breathing.
I’ve learned to be content. Learned, as in, it hasn’t always been so. We’ve never had enough–at least by modern human standards–and we’ve always striven for more; but somewhere along the way I made my peace with that. I realized that I had found something worth so much more, and that the picture is so much bigger. I guess you could say I fell in love. I grew in love might be more accurate, and so much more closer to God than I imagined was ever possible.
I no longer worry about what I’m lacking. (In truth, I know I’m lacking for nothing.) Though there have been days I’ve been so tired of being tired.
But on days when I’m able to get out into the sunlight–what a gift–I’m so thankful; I’m thankful for the wind and the sun on my skin, for the sights, and for the sounds; for it’s in the ordinary that I find the extraordinary.
It’s these ordinary things we often overlook, because we’ve just become accustomed to thinking of them as so ordinary; though truly they’re not. However, It’s in these simple every day miracles that I can see His mercy, His love, and His grace. I can smile, like I’ve never known sorrow, and I can breath in that cool autumn air, like I’m breathing in peace.
While the world spins with it’s chaos and heart aches– I find my escape, and I keep my focus. I’m brought to life again, and I can face tomorrow. Because what I understand is this: It is He, who holds my future.
“But I have hope when I think of this: The Lord’s love never ends; his mercies never stop.” —Lamentations 3:21-22