Content is quietly at ease, relaxed, satisfied. It says that things are okay. There is the sense of not needing more or less. It is a place of resolved inner peace. It is a decisive peace with what is. It is not grasping or clutching or reaching greedily. It holds loosely what it has and embraces graciously what comes.
Content is a paradox. Although I am content, I am not. I find that I am a broken and incomplete soul. I am content in that brokenness, in that incompleteness. Yet, I desire a healthy and complete soul. In contentment, I lightly hold my imperfect self and graciously accept the snippets of wholeness that come.
I am at peace with what-is but look forward to what-will-be. I am content that what-is will transform into what-will-be. The what-is and the what-will-be are both places of contentment. I want what-will-be; but in the meantime, I am content in the what-is until the what-will-be arrives. Then, I will be content in the what-is, again.
Here is my reflective question for the day: “How does content describe your soul?”