Contentment

I was talking in class the other day about where I am, personally, with my spiritual life, professional life, and personally/emotionally.  I said something that (I *think*) probably had most of the 20-somethings in the class scratching their heads.  I know it has me scratching *MY* head...

We have been doing this active-duty military nomadic lifestyle now for 10-ish years.  Prior to that, we moved.  A LOT.  Granted, that moving was within about a 50 mile radius, but we moved.  I think I've figured out that in our 18 years of marriage we have moved something like 16 or 17 times.  After a while, it gets in your blood.

Given that, you would think that I like change.  Not so much.  I like structure and stability. 

So, let's review. 
Moving = change =/= structure and stability.

And Laura does not like change. 

So, how did I find these words coming out of my mouth?!? 
"I see change in my future, and I am okay with that." 
Whuck?!?

Even moreso, I said, "I see us moving again in the not-too-distant future, and I am okay with that, too."
HUH?!?

Where did this come from? 

We *just* moved into a house that we BOUGHT...that is monumental.  We have been living in rentals F-O-R-E-V-E-R.  I like having my own house.  I like being able to plant things in the yard.  And not worrying about the "housing police" fussing about how many cars were parked in our driveway/yard/street.  And being able to make plans to rip up the carpet and put in hardwood. 

Something snuck up on me while I wasn't looking...this thing called contentment.

This is not contentment with the status quo.  Been there.  Don't like that.

This is not contentment to stay planted in one place.  Remember the whole moving thing?

This is something vastly different.  Something I am still processing.  Something that makes me wonder what happened to me in the last few weeks that changed my perception of my world. 

"I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances." Phil. 4:11

I went to visit my honey...

...and it was AMAZING. 
Long flights. 
New places to see. 
Different foods to sample. 
New friends to make. 
The best Spring Break EVER. 
Now I'm home, and I miss my honey.