what is contentment?

I remember my life being all nice and tidy.  Easy {basically} and

carefree.  The kind of life that appears to be a pretty package,

wrapped up in a pretty bow.  A very contented life.

I can list the blessings easily!

Married to my best friend.

Three beautiful/well behaved daughters.

Two amazing  step kids, their spouses and the grandbabies.

A nice home – with an awesome yard … and a swimming pool!

Enough money to pay bills and a little extra for enjoyment.

Reliable vehicles.

Family nearby.

Jobs we liked.

A great church family.

Wonderful friends.

I could continue all day – there were SO MANY BLESSINGS!  We were

content, so very content and blessed!

Our lives had been touched by very little tragedy.  Despite some

health scares, cancer/heart attacks/accidents with our parents, all 4

of them were alive and doing quite well – our kids had all 4

grandparents to love on them.  We and our siblings & sibling-in-laws

were basically healthy.  Our children and grandchildren were healthy.

We hadn’t faced much adversity in our lives, compared to many people we knew.

Nice.

Neat.

Tidy.

Content.

Very easy to be content in those circumstances!

Tragedy happened to other people, not us.  Our lives were blessed.

Our existence WAS a nice little package wrapped up in a pretty bow.

Our days, though not completely taken for granted, were assumed to be

a gift that would go on indefinitely . . . and then, and then, we

experienced November 5, 2011.

Nothing about that day was nice.  

Or neat.  

Or tidy.  

Or content.

Blessings didn’t seem to be a reality.  There was no more pretty

package, wrapped up in a pretty bow.  It was all gone – in a moment,

in the blink of an eye.  With a police car in the driveway, and six

words spoken from the Dr.'s lips, "I'm sorry, Rickey didn't make it"

the pretty package and my heart was shattered.

Somehow, in those moments following the news, I found a strength in

God that I truly didn’t know existed.  A strength that I knew came

only from Him, for in and of myself, I could have not done it.  I

truly lived the days that followed being the person in the

“Footprints” poem . . . the person who, when they look back on their life,

asks God “Why is there only one set of footprints in the sand?”, and the

Lord answers, “It was then that I carried you”.  Yes, God carried me,

and I drew strength for every breath from Him.

I trusted in the words from the book of Job that say, “The Lord gave

and the Lord has taken away, may the name of the Lord be praised”.

Before November 5, 2011, I trusted God.  I knew He was my Savior.  I

had become a Christian as a child at vacation Bible School and was

baptized along with Rickey just years before he died.  I knew the

Sunday School songs and Bible stories.  I had memorized Bible verses

and hidden them in my heart.  But, it was nice, neat, tidy, contented

Christianity.  It’s so easy to believe when it’s all going well, but

to keep on believing when your bottom drops out . . . I realized it

was a conscious choice I had to make – either I believed it all, or I

didn’t.  Many would have not blamed me for losing faith in a God who

could shatter my dreams so quickly.  However, if I chose to blame God,

and lose faith in Him, I removed any peace in my mind that Rickey

truly was in Heaven.  In that moment, I chose to believe, and I

believe God blessed that decision with His peace that did pass

understanding.  It didn't always come as easily as it sounds here on

"paper", but the peace was there, and it certainly did pass

understanding.

Life continued to move forward, God continued to write my story.  As the saying goes, “life goes on”.

Even in the midst of trial and tribulation, life still had a

“contentment” factor.  Home was still home, familiar was still all

around me.  God moved in my heart and life, and He {thankfully} didn’t “move” me

{out of my comfort zone, per se} . . . thankfully, I thought . . .

until He started to move this past summer.  It started when I took a

new job, resigned my old one, and then had the new job offer rescinded . . . I blogged

about that back in July {re-read about it HERE!}.  But, God . . . but God had bigger, better

plans, plans for a job with more hours, more money and better

benefits.  I just had to TRUST.  I had to be CONTENT in HIM.

I’d always prayed that I could be “used of God” {but in the back of my

mind, it was, “God, please use me, where I am.  I don’t really want to

give it all to you because you might make me do something I don’t want

to . . . missions trips – no,those aren't really my "thing", moving away from home – no,

aboslutely not - everything here is normal, familiar, COMFORTABLE, loving the

“unloveable” – no, I'll love those who love me in return - and fit my "mold"

 . . . or You might take something FROM me (a parent,

a child, my spouse)}.  My commitment to Christ was conditional upon

my wants and wishes.  I’ll let you have me God, as long as I can still

be content.  As long as my life can still be nice and neat and tidy.

After Rickey's accident, I still prayed to be used, but, again, too

much had just changed, please Lord, don’t ask me for any more change.

I’ll serve You, right here, right where I am.

And then our church went on a mission trip.  To LIBERIA.  AFRICA.

Half way around the world.  A trip that I discouraged my girls from

going on.  A trip I would have NEVER gone on.  A trip that as plans

were being made, and Rickey and I discussed them, I didn’t agree with.

 “Just think how much they could do in Africa with the THOUSANDS of dollars we {as a church}

are spending on plane tickets and travel arrangements for the “travel

team”.  I just don’t get it”.  

And then the “travel team” went on the trip.  

One of my best friends went on the trip.  

We cried together {sobbed, actully} in

each other’s arms at the farewell service, emotion was raw- for me it was ANOTHER goodbye}.

The trip was amazing.  

Lives were changed – in orphans in a tiny village in Africa.

In the lives of the “travel team”.

And maybe more unexpectedly in the lives of the

“home team” who prayed and waited anxiously for updates from what had

now become “our” missions trip.  

I STARTED to change.  

I started to realize that the world was really much bigger than Wallace, Michigan.

About that time, God also brought love back into my life.  He blessed

me with Rick.  He showed me that there was "hope for my future".

He let me be "content" again . . .

Keith Green, one of the pioneers of contemporary Christian music had a

song about missions, and I could NOT get the song out of my mind around the time of the missions trip . . . 

one line of the song says, 

“How about me not

sending my money this time, how about me going?  It's so easy to write

checks, it's so easy, but God can't cash out of state checks in

heaven. He needs you!”  

Ouch!  It’s SO MUCH EASIER to write a check,

to give an offering, to buy a “shoebox” gift at Christmas to send to

Liberia . . . but is that what God really wants?

The missions trip got me thinking.  Meeting and falling in love again

got me thinking.  I got to thinking about life, and how short it can

be.  About how I limit myself, because I have a comfort zone. 

 Because I am content.

Too content maybe.

Last Sunday, as I was sitting in church, I realized that I’m not really

content, and it’s not in the worldly sense that I feel that way.  I’m

not “dis-content” because I want “more” of the American dream.  Sure,

we would all like more money, nicer cars, bigger homes,

more/prettier/trendier clothes, nice jewelry, hair, makeup, teeth . .

. but that’s not what I’m getting at.  I feel like I am not content

because I feel like God has something MORE He wants me to do.  What it

is, I’m not sure.  It’s kind of a scary feeling.  He COULD want me to

live in a hut in Africa.  He could want me to move away from “home”

and family and everything that is comfortable to me.  Or He could just

want to use me right where I am to encourage others

as He has encouraged and strengthened me.  I’m not sure, I just know that I

want to trust Him for all of my tomorrows.  I want to be HIS

missionary wherever He puts me.  Rick and I have talked about it.  He

gets it.  He has the same feeling . . . God has something for us to

do, we just aren’t sure exactly WHAT it is . . . so we will continue

to look to Him for guidance.  We will continue to trust His leading in

our lives.  We will see what tomorrow brings and we will try not to

get too “content”, until we feel that we are exactly where He wants

us!  I know that whatever God has planned, He will be there in the

midst of it.  I have learned through adversity, and trial and tears

that He will sustain.  So, I will continue to trust in His leading.

As our church plans

another missions trip to Liberia next January, my heart doesn’t scream

“No” like it did in the past . . . rather, I get excited!!

Should I get my passport?

Should I be putting MORE moneyinto that “LIBERIA” jar in the kitchen 

that we started after the trip this past summer,

“just in case” anyone {the girls} wants to go next time?

I can tell you that ALL spare change goes into that jar - with a sense of anticipation

now days!  When the girls owe me money for something they bought with our credit card

on-line, the money goes into the Liberia jar . . . it is ALWAYS in the back of my mind!

The Brandon Heath song “Wait and See” says in part:

Still wonerin’ why I’m here.

Still wrestling with my fear

But oh . . .

He’s up to something,

And the farther out I go,

I’ve seen enough to know that I’m not here for nothin’

He’s up to somethin’

There is hope, for me yet,

because God won’t forget,

all the plans He’s made for me

I have to wait and see,

He’s not finished with me yet,

He’s not finished with me yet!

Our “couple’s devotional” book had a devotion the other day {I just LOVE

how God's timing works, don’t you?} and the last paragraph read, in part:

“…real happiness comes when I’m willing to humble myself and do what

He wills with my life.  The process may be painful, but it also brings

real joy,”

On my Facebook newsfeed yesterday, was this advice for marriage:

"Embrace God's purpose for your marriage.  God has a mission

for you and your spouse to fulfill.  It is the same mission that

He has given the Church corporately and every single Christian individually.

God's design is for your marriage to be used to impact others 

with the gospel of Christ through evangelism and discipleship.  

You can never have a truly fulfilling marriage if you don't embrace this principle."

At every turn lately, I am challenged with trusting Him for His direction in my life.

I am challenged to not be content to just live my contented, easy life.

I am challenged and encouraged that He has something bigger, something more 

that He is calling me to do!  I am challenged to follow His will and not mine.

On November 5, 2011, I had no choice but to allow His will in my life.

The process was painful – more painful than anything I could haveever

imagined – yet as I posted on Friday, there has been “beauty from the

ashes”.  This does allow me to trust my future to God knowing that He

is in control and He has a plan that is bigger than any that I may

ever have or dream!  

Liberia missions trip?  

We aren’t sure yet - but it is looking more likely all the time!

We will keep adding money to that jar and listening for that 

"still small voice".

And, after that?  I’m not sure what happens after that, {or before that, for that matter!}

but I know that I’ll {we'll} keep looking to Him, 

and keep trusting Him, and do our best to

follow His leading . . . for only there will there be true contentment!

Philippians 4:12-13:   “I know what it is to be in need, and I know

what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content

in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living

in plenty or in want.  I can do all this through him who gives me

strength.”