I watched two of my favorite kiddos last Friday. We ate pizza, drank Fresca and talked about life through an eight year old’s eyes. After dinner we played a memory game. The three year old won. “More!” They said. I declined once was enough and I promised their mom they would be in bed by a certain hour. “Can we sing Jingle Bells first?” The eight year old asked. I nodded. She started Glee’s version of Jingle Bells we sang and danced around the house ending in a ring a round the rosie circle complete with the fall to the floor. “More!” They shouted. ” No more time for bed,” I told them. They groaned a little, but went to put on their pj’s. I won’t go into details about the bedtime stories. I read two, of course they wanted three. I laughed with their parents later on how kids are never satisfied. It seems to be their nature.
The next week the Lord made me aware of my own nature. I noticed it in my second cup of coffee, because the first was so good. I went for two (three) cookies, because they went well with my coffee. My lunch break I wished was ten more minutes so I could finish the chapter in my book. When I woke up the next day even though I had over eight hours of sleep I instantly wanted nine. Going back to work I wanted one more day to get stuff done around the house. I was losing joy, because I was not thankful for what was given, but sulky over what was witheld.
In light of the Lord showing me how I’m always tugging at His arm for more blessings I have been trying to be content as I wrestle with myself that I don’t need more, because He is more than enough.
Phillipians 4:11 Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. 12I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. 13I can do all things through him who strengthens me.