It hit me hard the other day. Holy Spirit like smack you in the face. Discontent. I’m living life discontent.
I was reading Jeremiah 20. He goes from “Sing to the Lord” to “Cursed be the day on which I was born!” I can be moody like that. Joy can quickly move to despair.
A holy Google search of Jeremiah 20 brought me to this from Matthew Henry…
“How foolish and unnatural are the thoughts and wishes of our hearts, when we yield to discontent! Let us consider Him who endured the contradiction of sinners against himself, lest we should be at any time weary and faint in our minds under our lesser trials.”
And then Brad recently said this, “What did I once see as an honor that I now see as a burden?”
Y’all, kids that fuss and a house that gets dirty and food that has to be cooked and beds that have to be made…all blessings, all honor, all privileges.
But discontentment can leave me calling them burdens. It can leave me looking at your Facebook and wishing my life was ” that good.”
I forget Him. Who endured such pain…for me. And who in the world am I to gripe? And who am I to gripe over His blessings?
Life is hard. And the monotony can drain. But God forbid I ever forget how blessed I am. How anything better than Hell is grace. In Him I have all I could ever need and so, so much more!
“For ‘In him we live and move and have our being,’ as even some of your own poets have said, ‘For we are indeed his offspring’.” (Acts 17:28)