In whatever state (or country)

When I was told that it wouldn't be a good idea to fill up a moving truck and drive it through Central America to our new home in Nicaragua, I realized that fifteen years of accumulating life would have to be sold or given away.  I processed this over the next few days as I walked around my house holding memories, and accepting the truth of my circumstances.  A sense of sadness lingered near the edges of my mind as I looked at the things that had brought me happiness.


Many years ago when Tim and I lived in our first house, there were numerous projects that needed attention.  Our two year old son had spilled a bottle of laundry detergent on carpet that was already in poor condition, and that blue stain taunted me day after day.  After pricing out new carpet, I realized that it was not something we could afford, and I would have to live in harmony with the ragged mess.  It became very clear to me that my contentedness was in jeopardy, and I had no way of fixing it on my own.  I knew I did not want to spend my time constantly wishing for something new and better.  I did not like the feeling of unrest that was filling my heart and making me bitter towards others who had more than me.

I remember one particular day as I was vacuuming the floors, a thought floated its way through my head.  I began to see my home with all of its lacking and need for maintenance as a haven for a blessed life.  God began to show me what I did have rather than what I didn't.  He was answering a prayer that had fallen from my lips as I asked him to bring me contentment.  I didn't need new carpet to make me happy, I needed the spirit of God to teach me that I already had what my heart was searching for.


I sit right now at a sweet little writing desk I bought just before we realized that God was calling us to another country.  I rarely buy things for myself, but this particular purchase felt like an investment.  It was symbolic of my dream to become a writer, and my desire and willingness to invest in that dream.  It is a place of beauty with its clean lines and quiet presence that allows me to lay my creativity upon it.  I have enjoyed its companionship, but very soon we will say goodbye.  There will be other desks in other places, and I will realize once again that contentment, happiness, and fulfillment in life will never be about what I have, but Who.



Philipians 4:11-13
"Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned how to be content with whatever I have.  I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything.  I have learned the secret of living in every situation whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little.  For I can do everything through Christ, who give me strength."

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  1. You write beautifully.

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    1. Hey there friend! Thanks for stopping by. It was so good to see you again. We'll have to make a habit of it.

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