Something I struggle with more than anything else. In this age of social media, I'm constantly comparing my life to the lives of those on Instagram.
"I wish we had our own home."
"I wish I could buy Ever all those cute expensive clothes."
"I wish we had wood floor so my pictures would look better."
Those thoughts are ridiculous and little embarrassing to admit, but it's the truth.
We live in a one bedroom apartment in Southern California where the rent is crazy ridiculous, and is pretty much impossible to save for a house.
I'm blessed to only work 10 hours a week, at most. And I get to bring Ever with me most of the time.
I'm also blessed to have a husband with a full time job, with a pretty good salary (though we still struggle) and he works really hard to provide for us.
And, above all, I have a God how holds my life in the palm of His hand. With my best interest in mind, always providing for my every need.
So why do I feel discontent if I'm so blessed?
Because my contentment, and identity, and satisfaction needs to be in Jesus. Sure, my joy and my identity are largely based in being a wife and mother, but that will never bring me true satisfaction. Only when I place my identity in Jesus will I be satisfied.