...a stolen spoonful of milk chocolate icing.
...a fire, crackling and warm.
...scented Christmas candles, emitting smells of fresh pine needles and cinnamon.
...white lights gracing the Christmas tree.
And when I sat down, surrounded by all these things, I wasn't quite comforted. And I realized, it wasn't comfort that I was seeking.
It was contentment.
Contentment cannot brought about by things. It is not manufactured. It does not wrap its arms around me only when things are just so. Contentment is a state of being that exists despite the unruly chaos around me. It is a place of peace where my Savior reigns over all confusion, worry, and guilt. It is a place where I can open myself up to His love despite my resentments, my loss, my fears.
God gives me simple pleasures -- candles, fire, the comforts of a cozy and warm home -- to bless me, but not to fill me. My fullness depends only upon one thing -- Jesus. It is my relationship with Him that gives me safety, that gives me refuge, that gives me peace. In Him, and in Him alone, am I content.
I'm linking up with Dayle at Simple Pleasures.