“I’m never content, Mom.”
These words slipped from my son’s mouth some months back. Probably after I’d gone to great lengths to get him something he wanted, or to do something he desired.
And then I’d probably made the mistake of asking how he liked it.
I don’t ask that question anymore.
First, I found it revelatory that this boy of mine knew he would never be satisfied. Second, a piece of my heart cracked because all that I had done to bless him—to make him happy—hadn’t been enough.Continue reading “Satisfy: Where Does Contentment Begin?”