As good as my life is, and it is good. I really do not lack much, and even though times are really hard for so many, we are much better off here than most of the world. But for much of my life there has been this lingering feeling of "is this as good as it gets?" There has been a lingering feeling of "dissatisfaction". Why I ask myself, when from the world's perspective I have it all??? There has been quilt over not being satisfied with my life, it is a good life. Hard things happen, but on the whole it is easy.
Ahhh, we were made for a better place. When God first created the world and humans, it was a perfect place. It is no longer that place. And as good as "here" is sometimes, and sometimes it is really really really good,there is always that ache that comes, is this as good as it gets???? As great as my husband is, he lets me down.
As great as my kids are, they let me down. As wonderful as my stuff is - the satisfaction wears off. As wonderful as the thrill of something is - it never lasts. AND I let those I love down. And I feel guilty for not being satisfied with ALL I have in my life, people and well as physical comforts!!!!
Now I know some might think, well that is the nature of life. Yes, that is the nature of life here - but not what God had planned for us. That is why I have a lingering ache. Why, (if I slow down the busyness long enough to feel) I know in my heart there is more.
The portion below is by John Eldredge's book "The Sacred Romance".
"If for all practical purposes we believe that this life is our best shot at happiness, if this is as good as it gets, we will live as desperate, demanding, and eventually despairing men and women. We will place on this world a burden it was never intended to bear. We will try to find a way to sneak back into the Garden and when that fails, as it always does, our heart fails as well. If truth be told, most of us live as though this life is our only hope.
In his wonderful book The Eclipse of Heaven, A. J. Conyers put it quite simply: “We live in a world no longer under heaven.” All the crises of the human soul flow from there. All our addictions and depressions, the rage that simmers just beneath the surface of our Christian facade, and the deadness that characterizes so much of our lives has a common root: We think this is as good as it gets. Take away the hope of arrival and our journey becomes the Battan death march. The best human life is unspeakably sad. Even if we manage to escape some of the bigger tragedies (and few of us do), life rarely matches our expectations. When we do get a taste of what we really long for, it never lasts. Every vacation eventually comes to an end. Friends move away. Our careers don’t quite pan out. Sadly, we feel guilty about our disappointment, as though we ought to be more grateful.
Of course we’re disappointed—we’re made for so much more. “He has also set eternity in the hearts” (Eccl. 3:11). Our longing for heaven whispers to us in our disappointments and screams through our agony. “If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy,” C. S. Lewis wrote, “the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.” "
May you all have a blessed day,