Thursday, January 3, 2008

My cup and my portion....

Today marks the one year anniversary of my Grandfather's passing. I still miss him very much. Although I know he and my Uncle are in a much better place the selfish side of me wants them back. My Mother relayed the question my Grandmother voiced the other day, "Wonder what Paul is doing?" I know she misses him.

Feeling lately like I have just cluttered my life with so much stuff....hence the purging of the piles, it feels so good getting rid of "stuff"!! Very liberating! My devotional for today(one of them anyway) was incredibly on target, "Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup:you have made my lot secure." Psalm 16:5 The devotional talks about foolish decisions we have made out of discontent about life. This can happen when we don't like where we are or we don't like what we have and wanting something better. Clearly I am becoming more and more content with my life and willing to let go of all the "stuff" that I thought was what I needed to make me happy. Hindsight shows the happiness was very short lived...some of the "happiness" purchased still has tags on it or has never been out of the wrapper! The devotion goes on to say how we don't live in a content culture, very true and I have noted this throughout the years. Instead of changing my behavior with my discontentment, I continued on the same path of society. ( filling my life with stuff instead of what I really needed.) My contentment, I believe, comes from the deeper digging I have been doing in the scriptures. The closer I walk with the Lord, the more content I am with where I am. Yes, there are days when I slip... I am human! But the journey is getting clutter free and I can enjoy the view with the clutter disappearing!

Joy to you my friends and may you find your contentment in the Lord. Start purging your piles, whether they be physical or spiritual.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You can tell you were very close to your Grandfather and Uncle Theresa. I lost my Uncle this year as well. He was like a second father to me. When he passed away in August all he owned was two pairs of pants and three t-shirts. In his room was a television set from the 1940's (no kidding), and a few nick naks, other then the twin size bed of course. He left a legacy that I have begun to follow myself. I think we all get into that rut and try to fill voids with everything we can. The one thing he kept repeating over and over to me when he was at the hospice unit will stick with me forever. He simply said you can't take it with you. All that matters in life is the memories you make with the people you love. Those are what outlast everything, and those are the best gift God gives us. I enjoyed reading your post today. I am glad you have found that contentment in life. Have a blessed day!
Reg