2017-05-03 - Contentment
As I sat down to write, I found myself feeling bothered by the fact there seemed to be absolutely nothing coming to mind, worthy of sharing. Clearly such thoughts are the opposite of contentment. Most of the time, there seems to be a flood of different occurrences to choose from, when it’s time to do some writing. As I continued to scan notes I’d made, and to think about the last week or so, suddenly Melody (our pup) flew up on the couch next to me, with her head about to bump mine - before sitting down in her usual manner - taking her head over a foot from my arm. Her body length becomes clear, when in an instant she leaves the appropriate amount of personal space between us. After she sits and looks at me a bit sheepishly, she knows I cannot resist scratching her chin and neck for a few moments. If we could all be so content to just have someone share a few moments of “being there,” the world might be quite a bit more peaceful. Mel goes from lunging to lounging within five minutes, just knowing she is cared for - and I think that exudes contentment.
As I contemplated her satisfaction and the complete ease of her mind, I thought of how I long to feel more of that in the 1440 minutes of each day. I know we are not awake every hour of the day, hopefully, yet our mindset while we are awake can definitely also play a part in how we sleep. As I was just reading in a book, Nine Words by Allen R. Hunt, joy is a constant effort, while strife seems to move like an F5 tornado. I would prefer that joy move like the tornado, because unpredictable and forceful should be connected to love and being satisfied, rather than being quarrelsome. Do you want to be known and remembered as that person who stirred up strife, and left a wake of negative baggage for people to wade through upon exiting? I know I don’t, and when I wrote that description, people fitting it that have passed through my life came to mind - as I imagine others did similarly for you. As Mel rests in the contentment of knowing we care for her and love her unconditionally, yet often in some manner bursting with excitement as she does it, I want to find the same joy surpassing my understanding, even at unexpected moments. And the reason I want it is because it means I am as close as I can possibly be to my Father in Heaven, until I get to see His face in person. I can think of nothing else that could make my journey more satisfying.
“Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed. For ye were as sheep going astray; but are now returned unto the Shepherd and Bishop of your souls.” (1 Peter 2:24-25)
All scripture references are from the King James Version (KJV) unless otherwise noted.