Don’t lie, you love to do this too.
Sitting in a coffee shop on a Saturday morning writing this blog post, I’m taking in everything that’s going on around me. Couples are enjoying each other’s company. Young families are grabbing some breakfast before their youth sports game of choice (baseball and soccer seem to be the favorites today). There’s a business meeting happening at the table beside me. Tables of 8-10 friends are meeting for whatever reason. And then there are the guys like me plunking away on computers typing who knows what.
At 53, I’m not the oldest person here. Still, I’ve lived long enough to be in the position of each and every person here, at least once. I’ve held several business meetings, met friends, joined in group Bible studies. I could swear I saw a younger version of myself when a young dad in a baseball cap walked by carrying his 2-year-old daughter in his arms.
This post is not just a walk down memory lane, as fun as that is. It’s about contentment. My contentment issues have rarely been associated with material things. No, I’ve always struggled with, as Paul so aptly puts it, the “pride of life.” In other words, I’ve most often been discontent about who I am. Position, prestige, how others viewed me.
I won’t bore you with a roller-coaster account of my contentment issues. But what people-watching in this coffee shop has shown me today is that I’ve lived a really full life, even at the young age of 53. I certainly hope to live a much longer life, but in the end, I’ve experienced just about everything that a 53-year-old man should experience. And, thank God, I’ve not yet experienced many of the bad things that others my age have already gone through.
As with almost everything in life, contentment is a choice. So many times, I chose not to see the good that God had given me. Instead, I longed to be somebody God didn’t make me to be, or to be someone I wasn’t ready to be. Those have been the unhappiest times of my life. And, I’m sure I’ll always struggle with that.
But today, after people-watching in a coffee shop, it’s a little easier to choose contentment.