Profound and not so profound

My brain has been on another planet for the last few days and I'm not sure why. Actually, I have my suspicions, but I will probably leave my speculations til another time...a time when things are clearer, and wonderings are more solid.

But until then, I feel like I should have something profound to say. Life goes on around me, and it occurs to me that I, a lover words, should have some deep observation to make, using eloquent turns of phrase.

And yet, oddly enough--I'm out of words.

Tell me why

Why is it that we so often look to what is missing in our lives? Why do only want what others have, instead of enjoying what God has given us?

I am abundantly blessed. I just moved into a new house. It's a very cute house, and I'm renting it with a sweet friend, for very little money. My landlord is my church, my commute is short. We have a front porch and brand new windows and appliances. We even have a yard and neighbors--and an attic.

My family is all healthy, and doing well. They're also closeby. My mom and I like to hang out. My dad is still safely trucking around the country. My brother and his wife just had another baby--another boy. I'm an aunt again.

I am employed. I work as the assistant of one of the funniest men I know, who cares about me and how I'm doing, not just how I do my job. I get to help proclaim God's love to dark corners of the world for a living.

And best of all, I know Jesus. I know He has taken all of my hurts and sins and paid the price for me. I know that I can spend eternity with Him.

Pretty great life, right? I need to see all He's done, instead of what I think I need. Because I'm so very often wrong.