“I’ve learned in whatever situation I am to be content… I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need.” Phil. 4:11-12

Lord Jesus, I never had to go to summer school, but I’m sure I won’t graduate from the “school of grace” until you return. “Contentment” is one bit of heaven’s curriculum for which I need a refreshment course, and you’re an awesome teacher.

I know you’re not calling us to kill our longings, demonize desire, or decry pleasure. But I have discovered comparison, ingratitude, and discontent to be radioactive sink holes, filled with joy-consuming piranha and poisonous hairy spiders.

So, Jesus, whether I’m the Grand Marshal of the fun-parade, or it “rains on my parade”; whether I’m eating filet of Halibut or slice of SPAM; whether I’m feeling appreciated, ignored, or forgotten—even when Duke beats Carolina, I want my joy and satisfaction to be found in you. Not eye-rolling resigned, or Zen-like in denial, but truly grateful for every good thing we have in you, and by you.

Please heal my Gospel-amnesia and doxological dementia. Remove the cataracts and astigmatism from the eyes of my heart. Show me more of yourself, Jesus, and how your hand and heart at work everywhere. So very Amen I pray, in your all-glorious and all-generous name.