I am distinctively remember sometime back in December complaining to someone about how cold it was. I think it was at the Post Office, commenting to a stranger. His reponse was simple: "We will be complaining about the heat when summer comes around..." As I walk outside today and the mercury hits 100, those words come haunting in my ears. I found myself complaining about how hot it is.
WOW...
I cannot be content for anything, can I?
That is how I should be in all things - - -content for what it is not what I want it to be.
Content no matter what...
Just like Paul - Content with the big bank account or beans and toast for breakfast...
Maybe one of these days I will understand.
JC
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