I love my life. I really do. I’m so deeply grateful for my husband’s love; for the opportunity to be his wife; for the wisdom God has given us so far regarding marriage, children, and life-in-general; for our children; for the ability to be home learning about motherhood, patience, and attention to detail.
Sometimes I fear that if I admit that out loud, God will *find out* and cause some terrible tragedy to befall us. Or, sometimes I feel like I should apologize to other people that I genuinely feel fulfilled and joyful and content. How did I develop these subconscious fears? Perhaps from living in a culture in which it’s not cool to be content; it’s not culturally savvy to rejoice over life. I find that even the Church may deify poverty, misery, agitation, and confusion while spurning abundance, joy, simple wisdom, and clarity. Yes, Jesus taught us, “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied…” But, we cannot focus so intently on the first half of each statement and not revel in – and become – the promised blessing.Â If we do, we’re missing the whole point of the gospel.
God is the source of all blessings. Righteousness, joy and contentment are all gifts – not shallow and embarrassing flaws – from Him. I’m not referring to the popular and hollow “prosperity gospel,” but about the Kingdom of Heaven in which Love begets obedience, obedience begets love, love begets peace, and peace begets contentment… in which Christians walk around as comforted and content children of the King. God is glorified when we revel in His love for us. He is exalted when, without fear, we give thanks to Him for every wonderful gift He has bestowed on us.
“The Lord has done great things for us and we are filled with joy!” Psalm 126:3