I’ve lived in a small house for 20 years. Actually, if you consider the houses I lived in as a child, I’d say a good 30 out of 37 years minimum but I was thinking of this house.
I love my house. I’ve wanted very little but to grow old (er) and die in this house. I plan to do that very thing. There are little things I want to change, but I don’t consider that discontent unless I am miserable without those changes.
However, I must say, this remodeling is causing scratches in my contentment. I can sand them out and polish my contentment up enough for now but I can’t do it forever! Eventually the scratches will be gouges. I need to change my perspective.
I’ve discovered that I am very impatient. Very. Impatient. This impatience is like a needle dragging across a fine piece of furniture. Bound to destroy.
I need to change my attitude and deal with my impatience. Delays are inevitable. I need to accept it before my irritations affect my attitude.
Godliness with contentment is great gain. Paul wasn’t lying. I need that gain so I WILL hold onto my contentment.