My friend, may I ask you a question? Finding contentment in our own backyard is a principle largely forgotten in today’s culture of always looking for the next pot-of-gold over that next horizon. Isn’t it sad when often God saves the greatest treasures in life for those who are looking out their own backdoor?
My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m Mark Brunner.
We live in a modest house in a little valley not far from a rambling creek most people around here call “No Name” creek. Most of the time it is hardly a trickle but recently we’ve gotten a little more rain than normal so it is flowing pretty rapidly. Sitting out on my porch the other day I could hear the distinct sound of a rippling brook and not just a stagnant creek. It gave me pause as I strained to listen. It sounded so rich and full. For a moment I fantasized that I was in some remote mountain site with a babbling trout stream running through it. Ah, it felt so good, so fat and contented.
Finding contentment in our own backyard is a principle largely forgotten in today’s culture of always looking for the next pot-of-gold over that next horizon. How sad when often God saves the greatest treasures in life for those who are looking out their own backdoor.
Here’s a story: Years ago, Russell Conwell told of an ancient Persian, Ali Hafed, who “owned a very large farm that had orchards, grain fields, and gardens... and was a wealthy contented man.” One day a wise man from the East told the farmer all about diamonds and how wealthy he would be if he owned a diamond mine. Ali Hafed went to bed that night a poor man--poor because he was discontented. Craving a mine of diamonds, he sold his farm to search for the rare stones. He traveled the world over, finally becoming so poor, broken, and defeated that he committed suicide. One day the man who purchased Ali Hafed’s farm led his camel into the garden to drink. As his camel put its nose into the brook, the man saw a flash of light from the sands of the stream. He pulled out a stone that reflected all the hues of the rainbow. The man had discovered the diamond mine of Golcanda, the most magnificent mine in all history. Had Ali Hafed remained at home and dug in his own garden, then instead of death in a strange land, he would have had acres of diamonds. (G. Sweeting, in Moody Monthly, May, 1988, p. 95)
It’s funny how the common things, the things that we most often take for granted, really turn out to be the rich things in this life if only we stop for a moment and truly consider it. A creek can be a babbling brook, if we take the time to listen. Our lives are filled with rich opportunities if only we put away the “get rich quick” schemes that most often lead to disappointment and frustration. Contentment lives where dwells a heart that is focused on the love of God. When we dig in our own gardens, we labor in God’s vineyard. Therein we will find true happiness and true peace.
We pray. Heavenly Father, Dear Lord, Thank you for often not giving me what I want because my desires would draw my heart from being satisfied in you. Help me to be content in You with what you have given me and to not be focused on what my flesh wants or the world tells me I should have. Protect me from coveting possessions or people, talent or influence, relationships or prestige.
Keep my heart from being anxious for what I don’t have and make me thankful for the numerous gifts that you have already given. In Jesus name we pray. Amen! (https://www.crosswalk.com/faith/prayer/prayers/a-prayer-for-contentment.html)
Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.
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