When someone tells you to be content with what you have, what if you have a bucketful of troubles, and I mean a bucketful!
For some of us, when we are feeling particularly entitled or spoiled, our bucketful of troubles is really more like a few inconveniences and minor complaints. Then we should retrench our line of thinking and simply consider how very many things we can count as blessings.
But some of us are in dire straits and are not sure what tomorrow will bring. We can't see hope or solution unless it comes in the form of a miracle of some kind. Hopeless.
Where do we find contentment in that?
I can only conclude that contentment sometimes means refusing to give up.
It means sitting with God at least 15 minutes a day and asking Him for each next step, then pausing to listen and praising because you are helpless to do anything else.
That is the gravelly side. It feels rough and a waste of time.
I am going to contend that it is your most productive 15 minutes of each day.
That bucketful of troubles belongs to Him, too. He promises to help us.
But we have to be serious in the time we spend to share it with Him.
Contentment is time spent, refusing to give up, even in the gravel.
