content

While the the weather speaks to the changing of seasons and my messy kitchen speaks to my end-of-the-day fatigue, the peace in my heart speaks to incomprehensible love and care the Lord has lavished on me.  As I sit at my kitchen table, I can't help but smile at how content I feel.  Overwhelmed by my job? Absolutely.   Exhausted from a week of really early mornings?  Without a doubt.  Nursing a soar throat from the many germs shared with me by my students? Of course.  And yet, my heart is content.  

Contentment doesn't  mean that I'm able to exert myself socially after a long week of balancing interpersonal dynamics among students and staff.  Contentment also doesn't mean that I am happy about the dirty dishes waiting for my attention behind me.   Nor does it mean that I don't need to actively pursue ways to relieve and release the stress that compounds throughout my day.  I do, however, know that a content heart rejoices when there is time in the evening to pull on slippers and flop around the house.  A content heart smiles with the satisfaction of a lunch box unpacked and a hair cut scheduled.  A content heart has the ability to see the Lord present and at work despite feeling overwhelmed, exhausted and sick.   To me, there is no greater evidence of Gods sovereignty than the peace that comes with contentment.