Discontentment does funny things to me. Like turn me into a greedy, ungrateful pig.
Point in case: my budget. There are times when money is a teensy bit on the tight side. My bank account starts running thin, and the McDonaldís value menu starts to look like a little bit of heaven. Youíve all been there.
You would think that when things get tight I would become more grateful for the things that I already have. But thatís not what happens. Instead, my discontented heart latches on to the one or two things I canít buy because of budget restrictions.
Iím living in a wonderful house. Iíve got the best wife, baby girl, mom and dad, brothers and sister, and dogs (okay scratch the dogs) in the world. I have ten Bibles in my house. I have enough money to keep my daughter full of nutritious food. I have clean water. Above anything else, I have the gospel. Salvation. Fellowship with the living God.
But in the heat of discontentment, I donít give a rip about any of these things. Instead, I become fixated on the one or two things I canít have. Instead of bursting with gratefulness to God, Iím shriveling up with self-centered discontent.
Thomas Watson put it well when he said:
Öour hearts are more discontented at one loss than thankful for a hundred mercies. God has plucked one branch of grapes from you, but how many precious clusters are left behind?
So whatís the solution for my mutinous, discontented heart? I need to spend time pondering the mercies of God. To reflect on the gospel and all the blessings that Iíve received in the gospel. To give thanks for all that I have received.
Discontentment doesnít grow well in the soil of thankfulness. Letís cultivate the soil of thankfulness today.
What about you? Can you relate to my discontented frenzy?
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