I have been looking at some of the houses on the Christmas tour of homes. I love Christmas, as you all well know. But seeing all those beautiful homes and decorations has left me feeling a wee bit envious and discontented. Wrong, I know. I have a nice (for here) house, much nicer than most in our town. Just yesterday, we spent the day with 5 families in our Church who were with 235 other families receiving their government-subsidized houses. These houses are tiny, one-bedroom affairs. The bedroom will scarcely fit a queen-sized bed. They only had to pay 400 dollars for the house. A few were truly grateful, most others were compaining about the size.
Compared to these cracker-boxes, I live in a mansion. But campared to the fine houses I saw on the tour, I live in a cabin. I realize that contentment must begin wherever you are. I may not ever live in a fine home this side of Heaven, and that's OK. I don't deserve a fine home, I deserve nothing. Anything I have is by the Grace of God. I am living right where God wants me to be and if that's not enough now, nothing will ever be enough.
Thank you God, for my home. Forgive my lack of gratitude.
11 months ago