“Everybody tries to find the purpose for their life in hopes that one more day is justified. And once you truly see the very reason why you breathe it becomes so much more than getting by.” – Mercyme
I have been wracking my brain trying to come up with something special for a Thanksgiving post. No such luck. It’s not that I don’t have anything to be thankful for. I need look no further than the header on this page to see 4 people that give me a reason each day to be thankful. Yet this year, more than any other, I have learned the meaning of the word “contentment”.
Contentment, kon-tent’ ment, n. State of being contended; satisfaction; content.
That’s how Webster’s defines it, but what about me? I have spent the better part of 36 years searching for that. Seeking to find the place where I am satisfied. Where I am content. As I thought through my “thankful’s” tonight I think I can finally say that I have found it…. Contentment.
When I scan the horizon, I see a sisterhood of women that love my wife. I see a circle of influence around each of my children that form and shape the people that they will become. I see a band of brothers which filter my decisions and share my journey. Contentment.
I am content being a husband to my wife and a father to my children. I don’t have either one of those roles perfected and yet they love me anyway. They are my purpose for being and my greatest joy. They provide balance. Contentment.
Lastly, there is a grace that I will never understand. There’s a God that looks past my imperfections, failures and faults to see something of worth. His will has given me a goal with which to strive. I don’t always understand the journey but I have a peace to keep on going. Contentment.
So as we gather around the table this year and share the things that we are thankful for, I might only have one word to say. Yet it is a word that is loaded with many blessings and thanks. It is my hope for each of you this year as well. Contentment.
Happy Thanksgiving.
