ok, so i'm working right now... actually, i'm in much need for a break. i thought i would just share a story (without a book, as my oldest likes me to do):

i love what the place God has me in right now. i love the people i'm in contact on a daily/weekly/monthly basis. i have been endowed (hmmm) with great friends, a loving wife, beautiful kids... really, all the things that you can't put a $ on, i have it. i lack nothing.

so why does contentment come so hard? why do i consistently believe that i need to be doing more, making more, having more... i refuse to blame it all on society. that's a very safe answer... i also refuse to say, it's my "sin nature." another safe one.

i think, in fact, that it is the way God made me. He must know that i will never change unless i'm miserable. so, He set me up. He made it so unless i am completely trusting and desiring of Him, i would become depressed. the more i pursue stuff or make excuses for my behavior, the more miserable i become. and that, my friends, is grace.

do you want to see the 1 & 3 year old heart throbs of my life? i knew you would.