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.