It’s funny how I’ve written recently about practicing contentment, but really do a pretty horrible job at practicing it at all. I’ve really, truly been wrestling with
being content this past week. It’s
so easy to just slap words on a blog and think, “oh, I’ve learned a good lesson
here… look how I’m being thankful for the things around me and being
content.” But the words really
mean nothing unless my life – my mind, body, spirit – start to be transformed
in a consistent way. A way in
which I see fruit. And I will be
honest – there has been very little fruit this past week.
So I’m trying to analyze why. Why I suck at being content. At least this past week.
Part of my discontentment is because time does seem to go by really slowly here. Even when
we’re busy. Last week we were
busier than usual with something going on each afternoon, but that just left me
more frustrated and discontent by the end of the week.
Maybe contentedness was hard to come by because we had to
drive across town a couple times, fighting traffic, once for a dentist
appointment where we arrived 30 minutes late, and once to the Immigration
Office, where we had to wait…and wait to obtain a piece of paper that allows us
to take Kate out of the country (yes, we have to get permission to take our own
daughter out of the country now that she is a resident – it’s to protect kids
from sex trafficking – but nonetheless it was another annoying visit to a s l o w government office).
Passing the time at the Immigration Office |
It probably didn’t help either that at the dentist appoint I
found out I had 3-4 cavities. Yes,
3-4. I’ve only had to get a cavity
filled one time in my life. I was
not pleased.
This is Kate at her first dentist appt. a couple weeks ago. Unlike me, she luckily didn't have any cavities. |
Then Friday rolls around where we finally have an afternoon
with nothing to do and what happens?
I feel miserable. Miserable
because I now finally have time, but zero motivation to do anything. Miserable because I feel stuck at home
again without any plans for the weekend.
Miserable because even when we try to make plans, it feels like we’ve
been there done that. Because we
have.
But I think I felt most miserable because I feel incredibly
guilty and even convicted about being so dang discontent. It’s embarrassing, really.
I know I have a million things to be thankful for and that
all the small, inconvenient or annoying circumstances from the week are nothing
really to complain about.
Especially when I remember my friend who had her first cancer radiation
treatment on Thursday, or my other friend who is 33 weeks pregnant but is stuck
in the hospital indefinitely due to complications, or my other friend who is
just going through a heartbreaking miscarriage… I mean, these things are heavy, and yet the truth is, I
still find a way to be down in the dumps.
Ugh.
And so I wrestle.
And start to analyze and talk with God about this stuff. And over the weekend, I was reminded of
a couple things that have helped:
·
It’s way healthier to be honest and authentic
about your feelings than to become a fake Pollyanna. The truth is that our time in Costa Rica has been
challenging, and to deny that or pretend that it hasn’t been so would be lying
and frankly, prideful.
·
God loves an honest heart. And plus, he already knows our thoughts
and attitudes. You have searched me and
known me…you understand my thought afar off…and are acquainted with all my
ways. Psalm 139. We don’t have to pretend or hide anything. Instead, we can take all of our
emotions, all of our thoughts, and talk to Him to about it. He loves us just the same.
·
The Psalmists constantly were crying out to God,
lamenting, questioning, struggling.
If King David can ask, How long
must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart? (Psalm
13:2), I can too.
·
“Suffering” – whether it’s true suffering or
just a frustrating week – is part of life. Dear
friends, do not be surprised at the painful trail you are suffering, as though
something strange were happening to you. 1 Peter 4:12. And as Christians,
we are told to actually rejoice in our sufferings. Consider it pure joy,
my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the
testing of your faith develops perseverance. James 1:2. I will say that this is the part I really need some major
help on – considering it pure joy when things are hard. But I also recognize that this is a
process, and looking back on our journey in Costa Rica so far, I can at least
say that we’ve improved in the perseverance category. I will give myself 10 points for that.
So, these reminders leave me realizing more and more that
authenticity is equally important to practicing contentment. In fact, I think in order to truly lead
a life of contentment – one that’s not just defined by empty words –
authenticity must always accompany the posture of being content. That’s how David went from crying out
to the Lord in the beginning of Psalm 13 to writing, But I trust in your unfailing love, my heart rejoices in your
salvation. I will sing to the
Lord, for he has been good to me. Psalm 13:5-6