I said to mum last night that I think patience will be the lesson God will continue to teach me until the day I die. I’m not very good at patience.
The other one is contentment. I feel okay about material things at the moment; God has richly blessed me with a house and a good job. That is much more than many people have. But I know it takes very little to stir the discontentment, about material things, relational things, spiritual things. I don’t know why it can be so hard to remember that Jesus’ grace is sufficient for me (2 Cor 12:9) and that he is the source of true contentment (Phil 4:11).
I have so much, why can’t I be content? Why do I always look at the thing I can’t have and complain about it to the one who gives me all I need? (which makes me feel like I’m chucking a bit of a tanty, like Benny does here)
I understand the value of having a kingdom perspective on life, of always looking to that end goal, of having eternity stamped on my eyeballs, to paraphrase Jonathan Edwards. As someone said at Equip, we feel like we have to have achieved certain goals before we die, and we somehow forget that we will be fulfilled forever in the new creation. Completely fulfilled in a way that we could never be in this life, even if we did achieve everything on our lifelong to do lists. What might seem like a forever of waiting for something here is a blip when you consider eternity. And the happiness I seek here is a weak shadow compared to the richness of joy that is in heaven.
So, patience and contentment. The two great life works that God is doing in me. Very slowly, for sometimes I am a bear of little brain.