The concept of "more" has been on my mind the last few weeks. I think it began after listening to a sermon on faith and having enough faith. And then it came up again when I wanted more of something. We always want more.
More time to spend with friends
More passion and enthusiasm for ministry (that might just be me)
More time to spend creating
More time with family
More time...more time seems to be a theme...
I wonder how someone becomes content. People always tell me that it is when one become content with their life that they meet the person they are going to marry. When they least expect it. How does one become content then?
I've certainly been trying. I've tried faking contentment. It doesn't work. I tend to be conent for one or two weeks at a time and then something happens that makes me discontent. I think I start to get hopeful that since I'm content, something is going to happen! So is that REALLY contentment? I don't know.
I know that overall, I'm happy with my life. Sure, I'd like to lose a little more weight. Sure, I'd like to always be the faithful, godly woman I'm supposed to aspire to. Sometimes I'm there, but more often than not, I am not that woman yet. Maybe with more time I'll get there.
There goes that theme again...more time...