I'm not there yet. I wish I were there, but I'm not. I know I'm not there when I look around at all the things I have within my grasp, yet I still want more.
I know I'm not there when I walk through the bookstore wishing I had the newest release, yet when I go back to my office I have dozens of books on my shelves that I have not read.
I know I'm not there when I walk through the mall feeling sad that I cannot afford the shoes, the suits, the shirts, the ties, and the other goodies that catch my eye, while knowing that my closet at home has no space for more clothes.
I know I'm not there when I drive through the neighborhood wishing my lawn was as green as my neighbors, wishing my house was as big as the family across the street, and wishing my driveway had a nice basketball goal like the one down the street.
I know I'm not there when I look at every SUV that passes me on the freeway and daydream of what it would be like to drive one.
I know I'm not there when I rush to the dinner table as if I'm starving only a few hours after my last meal.
I know I'm not there when I leave a worship assembly wishing I had gotten something more from the gathering.
I know I'm not there when I walk through the electronics store and pause in the make-believe living room to drool over the $10,000 television and sound system.
Content in any and every situation? I'm not there. The only consolation I find in my discontent is that I am not content to remain discontent. I am still learning to be content in some situations. I hope that one day I will learn to be content in more situations. Until then I'm learning to be content.