Contentment

We heard a sermon Sunday on contentment, and I thought, "Man, I could use this talk right now." Usually, I'm a fairly content person, content almost to a fault because I tend toward laziness and apathy. When John mentioned moving us to South Dakota (and its cold winters), I thought, "We'll manage." When John thought about a job working two weeks on, two weeks off on an oil platform in the Gulf, I figured, "We'll make do."

But I am struggling these days. I do not want to move into a rental house. I do not want to live there for at least six months, until after the baby comes. I do not want to move into an itty, bitty house with a third of our stuff while the other two-thirds goes into storage. I want our house to sell so that we can buy a new one. I find it very hard not to complain to my husband, or worse, blame him for it. It's not his fault. He can't make our house sell. Sure, I could stay here in Georgia with our children, without him, but what kind of family life would that be?

While the sermon we heard wasn't that good (it was a guest preacher, so I can get away with saying that!), it reminded me of how important it is to be content and how much more important it is to remember why. God is with us, and His presence should be enough. When that isn't enough for me, when I feel like I need more, I'm sinning. God should be enough because He is enough. I just needed a reminder, and I'm thankful that He gave me one.

Do you struggle with contentment? How do you deal with discontentment?