Sometimes I sit back and let them go at it. Playing no real role in the battle guarantees discontent a win… hands down…. every time. Then, true to his nature, he picks a new fight everywhere I go.
There are those intelligent moments. Moments when I decide to engage myself and wrestle discontent to the ground. I tie him up and throw him in a dark closet where he belongs. I feel happy. I accomplish myriads I’m called to do. I find great joy…. Right Where I Am.
But…. When the scenary changes? Times that should be the most joyous… Vacations, Holidays, Reunions with family and friends, at these times… discontent somehow picks the lock on his door.
No, maybe he does not pick the lock. Maybe in the flurry of activity I hear his moans from the exiled darkness and….Dare I say… It is true? I, in my stupidity, open the door and invite him to dine.
It is hard to walk in God’s will, to learn to be content right where I am when….
My prayer when controlled by this discontent, released from exile by my own hand…