To most, the word contentment may bring thoughts related to material contentment. Being content with the “stuff” I have. While that way of thinking may be a small part of it for me, I chose the word because I struggle with finding contentment in my circumstances, my emotional needs, my relationships with others and even more in being content with who I am. I have never been happy with me. I have always compared myself to others. I am the first to call out my own shortcomings and beat myself up for not being good enough.
Contentment to me means freedom. Freedom to accept where I am, who I am and know what it is I really need. Christ is the only source of contentment that will fill every part of me. His is the contentment that will quench every need. He alone can fix my broken sight and help me see myself the way He sees me.