Oh, the word contentment. This is one word that I'm constantly reviewing. Believe it or not, even though I've traveled to many places that my parents, family and friends have never been to, I still struggle with being content.
Some days I long for a regular 9-5 job that allows me to buy a house, join a gym, be with my friends, and have a "stable" life. It sounds appealing to someone who doesn't currently have a home (and hasn't had one for almost a year), is waiting for things that don't have a clear-cut end in sight, and someone who actually really thrives with some stability in their life.
However, it's interesting because I hear from my 9-5 job friends similar statements like, "I wish I could travel where you've been--I live such a boring life." I can say from experience, travel is an exciting privilege and it's mind-opening, but it doesn't bring contentment. What brings contentment then?
I've lived a very short life of 29 years and I hope that I have a long life ahead of me still, but in this short time I have found that my trust in God is the only thing that brings contentment. Trust that says, wherever you've placed me, no matter how difficult or how simple it is, no matter how boring or exciting it is, you have a great plan and it involves me being here. This is hard to believe at times, no matter where you're at!
What do you think? What has helped you be content in your life? I'd love to hear about it.