So. If I were to be perfectly honest with myself, I would love to renovate my house. I would love to hire professionals to come in and fix my floors, windows and driveway. It would be lovely to have that all done.
I would love it if my living room looked the the picture I just posted above.
But.
It's not going to happen because we don't have disposable income to afford that and any savings I can put together need to go towards a new furnace, dentist appointments, eye glasses and truck repairs.
My world does not allow for total house make-overs.
And I wish it did.
So, I choose to be happy with what I have because if I let the dis-contentment I have bubble to the surface, I would be miserable. I acknowledge I have dis-contentment but I refuse to let it run my life.
The truths that I tell myself are this: my house is larger than what most people on the planet have to live in, I am lucky to have such a big yard (albeit a weird shape), it is miraculous that we get own this house considering we went bankrupt, I love the quirks of this house like the panelled ceiling in the dining room and the steps down to the living room, and it does not matter if I paint my kitchen cupboards on a whim because they are not multiple thousands of dollars hanging on my wall.
Usually that is all it takes to snap back to what I actually know is good. It stops the lie "You must have bigger, fancier, expensive." to be content.
At the end of the day, it is a lie from the pits of hell, that says what I have is not enough. Because my Jesus promised to take care of my needs and that my joy would be found in him.
My husband loves me.
My kids are healthy.
I have amazing friends.
My bills are paid.
There is food in my cupboards.
There is gas in my truck's tank.
What more could I want.
Life is good.
